Striving against the days but they look all the same Through the embrace of grays All is vanquished and frail in this barren vale
Everdying Sun Green lands turning dun
And days came and went but the light to dark was bent And how futile is to repent when god is just absent
Hope is first to die in the eternal night
Eerie shades casted by skeletal trees Branches barren of leaves
A mantle of impervious darkness untouched by no glimpse of light Where all withering hopes shall die Mowed down by the timeless scythe
Winter enshrouds me with its cold embrace The Sun has drowned by darkness effaced
An eternal stillness to be broken only by whispers of the wind and shores alone Where the man is no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.