מילים לשיר Green Man – Type O Negative

Spring won't come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
Will drench me in dew and so drown
The evening mists that creep and crawl
I'm the green man The green man
Sol in prime sweet summertime
Refracting within the still lake
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, its caustic hues
Autumn in her flaming dress My mistress of the frigid night
I worship pray to on my knees
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves Winter's breath of filthy snow
Have my lips turned true purple
Befrosted paths to the unknown
So says me, me wiccan friend Life is coming to an end
Nature coming full circle
I'm the green man
The green man.