Why can't the whitest snow Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories? Why can't the winds of north blow away this chilling pain? I pray upon the brightest stars To give me force to run afar From the source of this secret restless wrath
The dawn will soon arise The morning rays of light will bring advice Choose my fate Please guide my own hate
Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Fore you I shall bide
With hair as white as snow A hermit walking on the path of throe A reader of the runes A master in the arts of night Beyond the way lies a thriving star A silhouette I see so far A host that walks inside this fog swinging untouched
The dawn will now arise And all the ones at fault will soon apprise Seal their fate Anguish will abate
Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Fore you I shall bide
Why can't the whitest snow Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories? Why can't the winds of north blow away this chilling pain?
The dawn will soon arise The morning rays of light will bring advice Choose my fate Please guide my own hate
Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Hear my clear advice
Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Hear my grave advice
As above and so below A hermit on the path of throe A reader of the runes A master of the black arts
Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Written in the red mist Feel my last adviceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
