The cold comes and causes everyone to go inside.
The bitter wind bites people’s skin.
This is the season where afterwards everyone has died,
And when it’s all over he stands there with a grin.
When the summer comes to an end.
People wish for the warmth to stay,
But it can’t, so people panic and start to descend.
As chaos thunders by, everyone starts to run away.
When the cold returns with a big smile,
He is faced with nothing.
No one is in sight because it has been deserted for a while.
The cold will be waiting, but not knowing that no will be coming.
Itarow Krähe 