Winter's End Words and music by Zion Valencic © Feb 2026Eb Ab Eb Oh, what do we do with a sun that will not die? Ab Eb F Bb The trees are bare, the grass is dead, but still the king shines high! Eb Ab Eb What can be done when no snow has filled the sky? Ab Eb Bb Eb The crone’s moved on, the prince should reign, but that old king won’t die. Oh, what do we do with a story that has changed? The seasons that have come and gone are now all rearranged! To whom do we pray when no water fills the sky? The prince, still weak, the maiden peaks, and that king won’t comply. Oh, what can be done when the old will not retire? They rape the earth, they steal her water, all for their empire. What should be done when corruption gentrifies? There is a cycle in this world, and nature won’t stand by.