Magic and Mayhem / Black Winter Day

Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of the north This is how the lucky feel How the blessed men think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like the dark night in autumn But how do I feel in my gloomy depths? This is how the lucky feel How the blessed men think Like a daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed men think. Like a daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning. Like the flat brink of a cloud. Like a dark night in autumn. A black winter day No, darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day