Nights grow longer and the cold stronger as the world gallops towards icy times. Sun grows weaker. Days grow bleaker. Era of warmth becomes frigid clime.
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land. Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves. Colors grow lighter. Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
Skies grow bluer. Birds grow fewer. A halting world nearly freezes in time. Then wolf does call and the last leaf falls and all shall wait for first breath of ice.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
