Underneath the cloudy skies of grey In the frozen times of winter A dismal blanket of fog approaches To shroud a mystic realm with gloom A feeling of misery enwraps us In a trance we depart To a darker shade of consciousness From where we are worlds apart Sometimes the cold grey sky warms the soul like fire When the dawn no longer sheds its blinding light of day After the storm has lifted the darkness never fades For a dismal winter day shall always shed its grey Underneath the cloudy skies of grey In the frozen times of winter A dismal blanket of fog approaches To shroud a mystic realm with gloom