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Of Winter's frozen pulse and heart of fire

What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn

Dismayed, and think thy self a living God

Of death's seeking hand, this fire will burn

These streams become the icy veins of life

Carving their path through barren lands

The fires rage beyond the river's path

No bridge can spare us from the fury of His hand

In the wake of this new world, designed by fire

New life will rise to claim its throne

A second chance to prove to God their worth

Can we survive if left alone?

Of this dark and cold winter

No sign of life, no breath of morn

All killers are born not created

A gift to man from man

Infused with suffering

We're destined to die

Based upon "January" by Helen Hunt Jackson