The trade's on she drains emotion to drink from her breast of the fortune
  Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning birth time rose
  A thorn for coronation
  All arise from your rest we'll find enough there to feed you
  Soon you'll belong to the blessed spare us your lives while we need you
    Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on
  Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on
    Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on
  Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on
  And on winter marches on