Pathless, your life become an avalanche Welcome to the world where cold razors represents the way out There is no escape from this cursed place You are already blinded by the fog There is no happiness, nor the warmth of a hug The morbid woods of Marbadden is the place of bloody tears There is no escape from this cursed place, where the solitude resides She, the wood, shows you the reality and induce you to the gates of melancholy Don't elude with the calm flowing river The torment is inevitable Let yourself drown, don't resist the flowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
