Winterland
Jean Beavouir
The sound of silence
Whispers through the leafless trees
Through the air I hear the voice callin' me
Cold as the rocky mountains at night
Not a candle was burning
There was no starlight
Snowflakes fell all around
Her golden hair
She called to me with her piercing eyes
I was truly hypnotized, my heart froze
From her cold, cold winter stare
Chorus
They say that she's the one
Who soars upon the wind
She'll take you in her arms
Into her place of sin
To winterland
To winterland
You can see her in the darkest of night
When the moon is black
And the time is right
Seeking souls is her own dark destiny
Longing for her soul to be freed
A queen trapped in a siren's dream
As she pulls you into her misery