Hear them rise,

Winter’s cry across the skies,

Low bells calling through the cold,

Stories ancient, sung and told.

Snow-wind sweeping wide,

Footsteps marching side by side,

Voices gather in the air,

Lifting hope from deep despair.

Brass horns blazing bright,

Shadows fleeing from the light,

Choir rising, strong and clear,

“Joy is coming draw it near!”

Lift up your hearts,

Let the dark fall apart,

Feel every drum like a pulse in the soul,

Feel every bell calling us to be whole

Hark

The winter calls!

Hear it shake the frozen walls!

Glory rising, heavens singing,

Choirs of fire, voices ringing!

Storms may roar and nights may fall,

Still the sound outshines it all,

The winter calls!

The winter calls!

Snowflakes spin like praise,

Silver sparks in holy haze,

Every heartbeat joins the sound,

Every spirit gathers round.

Strings ignite the air,

Trumpets roar a battle prayer,

Raise your voice and let it soar,

Higher than it rose before!

Lift up your hearts.

Let the.

Coldness depart

Feel it in your chest.

As it grounds.

Feel it lifting weight

Off the sound

The winter calls

Choirs rise like shining walls!

Let the season break the silence,

Turn the stillness into guidance!

Darkness trembles, night withdraws,

Light rewrites the ancient laws,

The winter calls!

The winter calls!

Hear the bells hear the bells

Ringing truth through frozen spells

Hear the choir rising higher

Turning breath to holy fire

Hark

The winter calls!

Lift your soul and give it all!

Let the heavens shake with glory,

Let your voice rewrite the story!

Through the frost and through the flame,

Sing the world a brand-new name!

Hark the winter calls!

Hark the winter calls! (Hark, hark!)

Hark…

The winter calls

Hark…

The winter calls