A whispering wind blows mournful over the scorched plains 
Unnoticed by the ignorant masses the end has begun 
Will the praised new leader be as foolish as his precursor 
And will he gather total mischief around him to spread out? 

Let this winter of our discontent be over 
Finish the cruelty and embrace another day 
Will we stay or are we condemned to fall? 

A long awaited decision is about to be pronounced 
Fate has been stressed for an awful long time 
The judge of dusk stays back in preposterous rapture 
He nourishes himself from solitude he likes to share 

The whispering wind swells to a grinding roar 
For the final battle they start to prepare 
All hopes are torn apart by grim morbidity 
The path to "hell" is paved with so many bad intentions 

The winter of our discontent will never be over 
Embrace the cruelty, let this be the last day 
I want to fall, and you will too...