Winter forest Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes can hardly see So full of tears
Winter forest I can hear chanting monks And his heart so cold and silent Which is calling Calling me to come Hungry ravens Looking down But I'm still alive The power of my will Is my only guide
There within the woods My friend will be buried In the burial ground Outside of monastery I must see his funeral I must be there just in time Getting late and getting dark Where's the path I cannot find
Winter forest Fading whispers in the wind You rest somewhere six feet under Snow has covered All the memories Hungry ravens Looking down But I'm still alive The power of my will Is my only guide
There within the wood My friend has been buried In the burial ground Outside of monastery I have seen his funeral And no comfort will I findTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
