Exhausted I stood on the top of this mountain Looking everything from this point seems enchanting Black is soul-black is my soul's garment My mind is clouded and empty
Got tired of fighting for my dreams No reciprocations for my endeavors Funny it may seems what I'm saying But I fought for simple causes
Never ending winter here is the king-reigns inside me I think I like this feeling since everything seems so elusive Never ending winter here is the king-lies inside me I really like this feeling-just to live with it
Loving to fight for some is a sin Loving to live is supposed to be damp There aren't like me much left That did I realize in my life's short span
Soul, emotion, flesh-ideal combination when working flawlessly But this has to happen to everyone When winter is king in Humans 'souls Remote they do become
In my self-exile I find redemption At least I am alone Away from decay that slowly eats up everything Trying to start overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
