Bottles of Time for Brotherhood

Uh, uh, uh. Yeah, yeah.

Snowflakes dancing, streets in a trance. Boxes in hand, a festive romance.

Lander my kin toast to the vibe. Cabernet whispers where

the spirits collide. Vineyards trapped in glass, time on display. Aged in the

silence, oak barrels sway. Velvet on the tongue, crimson rivers flow.

Seasons bottled up from years ago. For the nights we laugh, the nights we

fall. For the brotherhood time never forgot. Lander unwrap

the vines. History wrapped in burgundy lines. Raise a glass, let the years