The Sun of Winter

Landscapes white as far as the eye can see Untouched in the morning rays Shines the sun of winter A natural artwork taken for none I don't want to go, please let me stay Glistering beauty to be annihilated Emotions to be alienated Crystals in numbers impossible to count Crushed to the sound of an empty bank account Almost gory is the sight that is left behind Pale corpses piled, careless execution My eyes water at this horrible sight Freezes as it hits the ground, an imperfect fusion Landscapes white as far as the eye can see Untouched in the morning rays Shines the sun of winter A natural artwork taken for none I don't want to go, please let me stay The sun of winter shall set for the last time As they sip their glass of red wine The sun of winter works for the last time And on carrion they dine