There's a cold breeze in the air Time to rise again The sun cries at the break of dawn Telling the story of an end
In times when winter dies With crystals made of ice I'm coming back to home A chisel for a heart of stone
The devil's in disguise You shall be quick and wise He's thirsty for our souls and lives
You are not welcome here We answer loud and clear It's certain he will not agree
The raging lightning kills the night Paleness turns to life Then he shows up as a white hare Soulless shy nightmare
One last hunt for a long lifetime Will not find its rhyme The echoes will be heard no more For this voice forlornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
