The voice of winter A shattering sound Echo of murder Dissonance of death
Black trails upon white curtains of snow Moments, sentiments of power and a weakening breath
Higher their path one weeps, in silence the other does not trees make gateways
To slumber through a falling hand shadows grow thick in their temple of end
Empty eyes, frozen blood A choir of crows, no prayers said loud
Only a single trail returns circling down the hill once two climbed up only one walks down
The fog of fresh blood Upon his ending words Aggression embraces all vision An endless, sanctified mission
Soon all warmth is gone, nothing left A choir of crows, no prayers said loud The frozen trees stare Upon the dark rivers on ice Upon the dark rivers on ice
Empty eyes, frozen blood Like roots of energy lost silence falls on the black trails, like rivers on ice
The voice of winter A shattering sound Echo of murder Dissonance of death
Empty eyes, frozen blood A choir of crows, no prayers said loud
Only a single trail returns circling down the hill once two climbed up only one walks down
The fog of fresh blood Upon his ending words Aggression embraces all vision An endless, sanctified missionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
