[00:00.00] 作词 : Narqath[00:01.00] 作曲 : Narqath[00:42.96]How chill is morning, how cold its melody.[00:45.84]On a season of withering, when time stands still[00:46.83]I listened and the wind spoke to me,[01:47.82]I heard the woods sing to me.[02:16.68]Reciting poems and myths, from earliest of ages[03:00.81]Shadow of a crooked rowan tree, looks more like a bear in sleep[03:02.01]Season fades along with its leaves, until one plough day earth covers earth[03:38.58]Cold, son of the wind, freeze the winter willows[04:12.06]Chill the birch chunks,[04:12.48]Cold, son of the wind[04:27.42]I listened and the rain whispered to me,[05:05.73]I heard the streams murmur my name.[05:06.45]Shared their timeless wisdom, a cruel tale of nature unveiled[05:26.28]Until one plough day earth covers earth