A bitter victory to master the flesh With sharpened steel in my grasp Gazing out upon the edge of my fate My end calling to me in the distance… Death is always upon me Shining through the hopeless fog Waiting to strike through my heart Embracing the cold wind of the end That bites my neck , that drains my life Jackal in white with its fangs of ice Walking the frozen plane dry as a bone Lost within the winter storm Losing life in the frozen waste My hands are numb… My body aches… The purity of winter And its cleansing embrace Below the sky… Until we die…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
