• Raindrops will fall like death from the sky,
    And leaves drown the sod though nothing has died.
    Tiptoes and footsteps can trail to and fro,
    Yet nothing replaces the blood in the snow.

    Cobalt skies flicker from darkness to light,
    And through their eyes passes the fear of the night,
    Blackness can scare them much more than we know
    Yet nothing replaces the blood in the snow.

    There are so many wonderful shapes to assume,
    And so many songs to sing under the moon,
    So left of the murder theres always a crow,
    Yet nothing replaces the blood in the snow.

    A secret kept tidy does come undone,
    And with one more long stride around the cold sun,
    We'll all fall in circles, we'll fall in a row,
    Yet nothing replaces the blood in the snow.