Song 249: "End of Days" - Brown Bird

Winter caps the rooftops
Shrouds the earth in silence
Skadi howls and mourns
And revels in the whiteness

My world is so small
Inside our cozy walls
So warm and so threatened by the end of days

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
This deafening quiet
May grasp around my chest
I will pry its bony fingers free

Silver lines the windows
Cobwebs in the corners
Of the homes where once human minds did dwell

The earth is thrown asunder
The gods' deafening thunder
Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
Cold may come surround us
Death's hand try to bind us
I will pry his bony fingers free

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
This deafening quiet
May grasp around my chest
I will pry its bony fingers free