text: The trades on
  She drains emotion
  To drink from her breast of fortune
  Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning
  Birth time rose
  A thorn for coronation
  All arise from your rest
  We will find enough there to feed you
  Soon youll belong to the blest
  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...