The frozen days in the heart of the forest We are told from the old man How (he) lives in the dark of his mind Plagued by fears and shadows From his past… Pagan fog… the infernal winter Pagan fog… the infernal fear He prepared from the ritual of the moon Before the fog invades his soul Clinging to his beliefs The old man prepares to survive Or be ready to die Pagan fog… the infernal winter Pagan fog… the infernal fear The wind whispers… my name The moon calls for me… to the grave No miracles Together won’t see the sun The moon sets long ago Reign of pagan fog No… don’t you know Skeletal season comes The wind whispers my name In skeptic pain…oh At night by spirits from the past The fog calls me from the other side And the old man prepares to die The end is to come and then The eternal peace reigns in the forest Of the ancestral old man… Resurrection god from behind Someone scream but no one hear it! What you looking for, from behind Whit no reason for the killing…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
