Cold is the earth's breath. The sky dims in grey. Clouds are heavy. They will stay.
Waiting... For snow to fall. To cover all, that is, that lives, and is dead.
Waiting... For snow to fall. To cover old days, old ways, and ashes that soils our ground.
White over black, as snow covers the ashes, and purifies this land. Over mountains tall, over plains of valleys, over lakes of deep, nature's now asleep.
Spark inside one's heart soon will forge a fire, and war won't wait. Ashes, beneath dead human flesh on pyre.
Waiting... For snow to fall. To cover all, that is, that lives, and is deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.