Deracinated
cold-blooded vains
Winter eats his body
Winter in his soul

Frozen emotions
the limbs turning to stone
Hate leads to fear
and fear leads to hate

Wintersoul
frozen, burnt out, wounded, yet so cold
Wintersoul
longing for the fire that once burned

Too many battles
and less spirit left
The fist that once threw the hammer
cannot not even grab it

Hardly he remembers
what's worth fighting for
Rotting in a chamber
after senseless wars

Wintersoul
frozen, burnt out, wounded, yet so cold
Wintersoul
longing for the fire that once burned

This blackhearted moron
always spent his life
among the enemys fire
prepared to fail and die

Nothing stopped the martyr
on his lonsesome ride
and without loyality
from his men he died