Listen to the sound, can you hear it dear? br There it is again, moaning and howling it is getting near. br I can hear it in the valley and on the mountain too. br It is a rising wind, cold, and srtong and cruel. br br Now it is upon us. We must find shelter soon. br How can it be so cold when it is only noon. br I look into your eyes and I know we've lost our way. br Alone in this forest it will be our dying day. br br I can't see you breathing anymore, there is no showing breath. br It is a rising wind and it has brought our death. br Good bye my love good bye my all, you were everything to me. br It is a rising wind and it has set you free.