King Winter

From the album: Soulful Shell

Intro - instrumental

Verse 1
Heavy footsteps
Crush the surface.
King Winter walks the land,
Slowly exhaling
His cold breath,
His freezing breath.

Verse 2
He ruthlessly lays
Thick sheets of ice.
He smooths all wrinkles
Of Earth.

Verse 3
With magical powers
Busy Winter creates
Icy glazed mirrors
All over the land,

Slowly exhaling
His freezing breath,
His ice cold breath.

Verse 4
Snowflakes are shaken
Out of the clouds,
Crystals of ice.

A million small hexagons
Scattering the sunlight.

Chorus
Snowflakes swirl and swirl,
Sparkle in the sunlight,
Little diamonds falling down
From Winter's crown.

Verse 5
Nature's colors
Fast asleep,
Undisturbed, hiding,
Under a white blanket.

Chorus
Snowflakes swirl and swirl,
Sparkle in the sunlight,
Little diamonds falling down
From Winter's crown.

Verse 6
Oh,
The untouched landscape,
A white carpet,
A few tiny footprints,
A tale of curiosity.

Bridge
The sun fights
A winning game,
Lights up Nature's painting,
A scene of serenity.

For a brief time,
Maybe for a brief time.

Virtuoso solo - instrumental

Verse 7
King Winter, still in the land,
Exhaling his cold breath,
A new world,
A white page,
Inviting my imagination.

For a brief time,
Maybe for a brief time.

Chorus
Snowflakes swirl and swirl,
They scatter rays of sun,
Snowflakes swirl and swirl,
King Winter's magical fun.

Outro

He meets Princess Spring,
Hands over the crown,
They swirl and swirl together,
Maybe for a brief time.

He dances out of sight,
Maybe for a brief time.

Maybe for a brief time.

Outro - instrumental

Musical style concepts

An up-tempo trip hop song led by female vocals starts with hypnotic drum loops and pulsating bass, Vivid samples and unpredictable synths weave between verses, while glitch effects and evolving breaks add constant variation, Layers intensify, culminating in a dense, cinematic finale. Through and through there is a strong sensation of the ecstatic experience of witnessing a snow blizzard, the myriad movements causing intense experiences. At the same time, there is a sense of rage against the transience of everything.

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