Tracks in the snow Mark the tragic journey Bit by the cold As the moon's phase is turning
Dead leaves crunch under feet Leaving a state of peace Echoing darkness Losing sight Losing light
Reaching behind, an abundance of hands An effort to prevent this lonely soul From meeting a familiar fate
The pleads Lost in elm Turn back Leave this realm
The smell of freedom The taste of imprisonment Hangs in the air
Winds howl Spirits scowl Upon the mortal trespassing their sacred lands The smell of freedom The taste of imprisonment Hangs in the air Like the fog clinging to the trees The moon red above Bleeding through the leaves Like the fog clinging to the trees The moon red above Bleeding through the leavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
