Colder than anything I have ever seen Freezing our skin as we try to march again Marching this winter of death Mad men are leading us on Oh in the Spring, they say freedom will sing Marching this winter of death Through the snow How I dream for my love, my wine and my home I wish so much to go back... back to my home Marching this winter of death Frost aches my fingers and toes At summer's high we were ready to die Marching this winter of death All gone, all gone, all that I loved so My joy, my song, frozen inside Take me my Lord, take me to hell If hell is warm and dry tonight No fire too bright, we're under attack Captain calls loud, "Men, take your swords out!" So cold, too cold to hold my sword Hold my life, hold my soul, hold my sword! Snow keeps on coming but someone said that "It's Spring" I see the sun and feel life return again Marching this winter of death Saving this land with our blood Now in the Spring, they say freedom does sing Marching this winter of death All gone, all gone, all that I loved so My joy, my song, frozen inside Take me my Lord, take me to hell If hell is warm and dry tonight No fire too bright, we're under attack Captain calls loud, "Men, take your swords out!" So cold, too cold, to hold my sword Hold my life, hold my soul, hold my sword