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I wonder how night will be

Once I slip away into eternity

I wonder how winter will be

Once my mind slips away from me

Oh, how cold it feels When the wind caresses my bones

Oh, how cold it feels

When I think of times of old

A grey haze rests upon my sight I'm left destitute, without any might

Oh, how cold the wind feels Across my bones

I'm left destitute, without any might

Riding through times of old.