I run away across lakes covered by ice. Heaven turns red by my wrath. A pack of hungry wolves is behind my back. Already long ago the hot blood disappeared from their fangs. The jaws have run light for some time. The lust for fresh meat grows stronger and stronger. I can feel the cold breath of those hungry creatures on my back. Am I their victim or savior?
The wolves do not lose the power although illness may pervade them. They are stronger. I feel my blood soaked in the snow and I feel my blood in the mouths of those hungry wolves.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
