Winter
Manning Lyrics

I was born in a midnight storm
My birth was marked by chaos and turbulence, with the wind howling and thunder crashing.

The wind howled around me, thunder in the crashing rain
The weather was violent and intense during my birth, with strong winds and booming thunder accompanying the heavy rain.

And in the deep dark hole in which I live
I currently reside in a secluded place that is deep and dark.

I'm holding my breath, feel my breath drawing in
I am nervous and apprehensive, feeling a sense of anticipation that is causing me to hold my breath and draw in deep breaths.

So here I stand, my back proud to the sky
In spite of my fears and insecurities, I am standing tall and proud, with my back facing the sky above me.

So here I stand facing into the night
I am bravely confronting the challenges of the darkness and uncertainty that surrounds me.

No product of Man am I, borne on the wind, born of the wind and night shade
I am not a creation of mankind, but rather a natural force that is born of the wind and darkness itself.

Come dark clouds, come Winters half light
I am inviting the darkness and cold of winter to surround me, taking in the half-light that pierces through the clouds.

Come the ice that freeze men to the bone
I am daring the cold to be even more bitter and merciless, freezing those who dare to challenge it down to their very bones.

A figure of fright, dancing on the edge of daylight
I am a terrifying figure, dancing on the very brink of the light that struggles to hold back the darkness.

I call to the north and I scatter the leaves, scatter the leaves
I shout out to the north and cause the natural world to shift and move, with leaves flying in every direction at my command.

Dark, dark is the night
The night around me is extremely dark and oppressive, with little light or hope to be found.

And out in the harbour, the boats are swaying lightly
Even as the darkness surrounds me, life continues on as normal for those out in the harbor, with boats swaying gently in the calm waters.

The shadow comes, licking his icy thumbs
I sense the approach of a malevolent presence, a shadowy figure whose icy fingers already reach out to snuff out the light around me.

A finger on the ground and patterns all around me
The shadowy figure manipulates the natural world around me, leaving intricate patterns behind in its wake.

And If we live to see the day again and play again in the new snow falling
Assuming we survive the long, dark winter, we may once again enjoy the warm light of day and the joy of playing in freshly fallen snow.

The frightful dreams of last night melt away and all is quiet
With the coming of the light, the terrible nightmares that haunted me throughout the long night fade away, leaving peace and quiet in their wake.

Waiting for the warming Sun to rise
I eagerly await the arrival of the Sun, which will bring with it warmth and light once again.