We have our ways, our ways find means
The Winter King and his harvest feast
Burn the wood man! Make him dead
Kill the thing he represents
Hoist him up with rope or string
Make him dangle, make him swing
Eternity is found again
In the sea mixed up with the sun
Burn the wood man! Make him dead
Kill the thing he represents
Feed him up with flowers and leaves
Sacrifice him for our needs