Little I fear But the passing of the day When stars appear Darker things hold sway
Death in the air Bones emerge through decay Fires of old smolder And harps quite their lay
These are then Times to hide and pray To whisper To listen to what you may For in the dark The dead hear what you say
Entombed in his arms The coldest embrace I know Guiding me through the night Through the frozen woods and snow
Let no grief stains the ground Let no tears welcome us home This sorrow too deep Only bells can pay its toll
The dark, the darkness Let it take its hold I still feel the fear But its no longer coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
