Wynter Waxeth Letra - Ethel Cain ft. Robin Carolan

The stille woode houlen

An othir moone, an othir drede

Goddes grace been gonne

Goddes grace been gonne (Ah)

Goddes

A child forlorne where stille ones dwellen

Goddes grace hath forsaken the synnere

Cristes blod ne wassheth not (Mm-mm)

Cristes blod ne wassheth not, ah (Ooh-ooh)

Goddes grace been gonne (Ooh-ooh)

Wynter waxeth

Wynter waxeth

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin, my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin (Mi soule), my blod, my worlde

My soule, my kin (Goddes grace), my blod, my worlde

My, ah