I stand in the winters cold
Breeze bites my checks
I breath the air into my lungs
The sting of it, so sweet.
Skyclad, here I stand.
Close my eyes and listen to nature
Sounds of beauty and life all around
Hands in the air as I spin
I look to the sky and give thanks for all I see
My children and man thinking I'm insane
Letting the pain of frost sink into my skin.
Insane I maybe and all may see
However, this is the life that is inside of me.