The snow falls from the moon The winter is arriving All the forest trees Seem gloomy phantomas on the night
Full of desperation Horrible visions see my eyes My blood frays with the candor of the snow Desperation on this time of deep melancholy
The sky's turning black The death shows its power Shouting to the sky I fill my soul of hate
This sad winter wood will be my grave The snow falls here And washes all my soul My bloody mouth That screams and cries its tormented pain
The smell of death is everywhere Black winds reap my soul As the voice of the night Whispers my name
Black roses, they adorn my grave And the obscure light of the moon Illuminates my bruise faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
