A morning under gray skies at Epping. Coldness is creeping around the wildly scattered…
…human beings, frozen tears, falling leaves, sound in the wind How can I fight against something that I can't see?
Surrounded by witches who once found their end in stone.
Only the forest providing some shelter from the rawness I awake blinded by a bright light on this cold morning on which new life is rising.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
