Shadows glide across the land As a thousand ravens fly forth -Blocking the setting sun- Like a a dark hand reaching from beyond the horizon. It is Winter. She is returning -Reaching for me- With beckoning fingers To lock me once again in her icy grasp. The Ravens surround me; singing. It is sure this day, that Autumn has died, Amongst the Ravens' song. Winter, the fierce child, Is brought forth of a dead mother, Amongst the Ravens' song!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.