| Song | Winterchild |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Phoenix |
| You’re standing numb | |
| Looking back | |
| How long already? | |
| How could you fool flee to the world | |
| Just right before the break of winter? | |
| chorus: | |
| And nothing in this world will change | |
| All just stays the same | |
| The world — a gate | |
| To a thousand deserts, silent and cold | |
| And one who’s lost what you have lost | |
| Does stop at nothing, never rests | |
| You’re standing pale | |
| Damned to go off on your winter-travel | |
| Just like the smoke that’s always seeking | |
| Colder, chiller, higher skies | |
| chorus | |
| Fly, bird, and sing your song | |
| In the way of the desert bird | |
| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart | |
| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn | |
| Save your prayers before they swoon | |
| This bitter cold that came so soon | |
| Every story has its end | |
| His future dreams forever banned | |
| Oh my dearest Winterchild | |
| Overwhelmed by coldness, ice and snow at night | |
| The crows are screaming | |
| And fly whirring towards town | |
| Soon it will snow — | |
| Woe betide those who don’t — have home | |
| chorus: | |
| Fly, bird, and sing your song | |
| In the way of the desert bird | |
| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart | |
| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn |
| You' re standing numb | |
| Looking back | |
| How long already? | |
| How could you fool flee to the world | |
| Just right before the break of winter? | |
| chorus: | |
| And nothing in this world will change | |
| All just stays the same | |
| The world a gate | |
| To a thousand deserts, silent and cold | |
| And one who' s lost what you have lost | |
| Does stop at nothing, never rests | |
| You' re standing pale | |
| Damned to go off on your wintertravel | |
| Just like the smoke that' s always seeking | |
| Colder, chiller, higher skies | |
| chorus | |
| Fly, bird, and sing your song | |
| In the way of the desert bird | |
| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart | |
| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn | |
| Save your prayers before they swoon | |
| This bitter cold that came so soon | |
| Every story has its end | |
| His future dreams forever banned | |
| Oh my dearest Winterchild | |
| Overwhelmed by coldness, ice and snow at night | |
| The crows are screaming | |
| And fly whirring towards town | |
| Soon it will snow | |
| Woe betide those who don' t have home | |
| chorus: | |
| Fly, bird, and sing your song | |
| In the way of the desert bird | |
| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart | |
| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn |