Frost burned out the sky,
With the coming of the Gray.
No fires to keep at bay
The coldest of the night.

The ash is here,
Light the lanterns dear.

The best of plans, now awry
With the falling of the rains.
Darkness comes to reign,
And all courage away shall fly.

No need to fear
This most blighted year.

The sun n'er again shall rise,
The Gray is here to stay.
No light shall cast its rays
Since the frost burned out the skies.