The cold herald the fall And with the fall I see the loss of my own self-composure again Like the father told his son Find ground just before you spawn Frozen is the land how will I find my long gone home
Under pressure Melting ice can't clean the wound that set the spirit free Dead end danger Cold are the tears of purity
Run False freedom, I'm under the gun Run The hunt quits to seek a place in the sun But sunset has been long gone
My disease, my degree of disability Preserves the sun just for a blink The seasons stop, the hunt goes kill
Avoid what you call reality The dream is hosting endlessly Under the spell I keep drifting away With empty hands and pain in my face
The hunter tends the dying prey And winter comes, no color saved Under the spell I keep drifting away Absorbed in thoughts and death next to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
