Winter Bride
Lyrics The White Birch

Written by: Ola Fløttum

Produced by: Ola Fløttum, Ingar Hunskaar

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Oh, my winter bride
I will freeze my tides
Upon your chest
To suit you best

Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And their prophesies
Of the waiting sea

Oh, my winter bride
How could we ever hide
Our daughters and sons
From such seasoned guns?

Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And their prophesies
Of the waiting sea

Oh, to wear the light
Through endless nights
Or beat the bones
Soon trapped in stone

Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And their prophesies
Of the waiting sea

Oh, but damn the sun
And seasons gone
With their prophesies
Of the endless sea

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