Winter waits within the stirring skies In clouds that watch the weak and sick below Flake by flake the cold is their demise Encased in ice six feet beneath the snow
The breeze becomes a dagger to the skin As every gust berefts the bones of hope The kil*ing walls of judgment day close in As whistling winds become the hangman and the rope
The frantic people dress in wools and furs And beg to live to see the blizzard pass Both sheep and wolf despair as winter whirs And turns their eyes to hollow orbs of glass
Growing sleet entombs both leaf and limb Winter takes the young ones for its own A child sees his fingers break from him And cries before his shattered corp*e alone Despairbound
Desperate to survive the storm Still they die among the other prey Preserved and relics made of frozen flesh
A heart will beat itself to de*th before It feels the melting drops of winters frost Release the skin its bite and kiss both tore But still the soul decays where blood was lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
