Ten thousand nights, ten thousand days
Have passed since my heart died
Some kind of Sickness grwoing in me
Took away my Innocence and joy
And now I wonder if this life
Has still something for me to take

Tommor, today, this sky looks always pale
And I feel the burden of time on me.

And this fucking Winter came, harvesting all pride and gold
Neverending Winter Came, hunting my restless Soul.

Spiritum Finis.
The Winter of Ages - The Heart of Sorrow
The End gets closer - There's no tommorow.

And I remember the old days,
When I could hear the sound of a distant spring...
But then those flowers turned to dust,
And the gentle breeze became a Storm

And this fucking Winter came, harvesting all pride and gold
Neverending Winter Came, hunting my restless Soul.

The cold blade of Winter will cut down your dreams
The cold blade of Winter will teach you the meaning of Pain.

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