Immortal Souls - Winter Of My Discontent lyrics

Alas! That I shall now die, Not for deed or belief; All I've been is glory, Fear shall not embrace me. Behold! That I'm not for this, Nor my mouth says of grief; Kingdom for heartfelt love, Pa**ed are all that was formal. Now is the winter of my discontent, Made glorious by this sun of north; All the clouds that lowered upon me, Are fallen and deep snow buried. Now is the winter of my discontent, Made glorious by this sun of north; Of forest that scent of pine refines, At heavens caress the white that alights.