Cold, the air - dark wolves of twilight lay siege at my door They cry for me How fleeting time from dawn's first embrace until dusk's final kiss How brief the light
Have mercy, mercy, mercy on my soul
In vain, I grasp at notions of youth, at memories past To stay time's advance Wisdom or fear? What path I shall walk til the end of my years... Remains unclear
Have mercy, mercy, mercy on my soul Have mercy, mercy, mercy on my soul
Winter's winds are howling, crying for my soul Winter's winds are howling, crying for my soul
Winter's winds are howling, crying for my soul Winter's winds are howling, crying for my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
