As you leave me I feel such loneliness sweep over me I sense the world getting darker And the air getting colder death is haunting these woods And I can see all those Whose flesh he will soon touch He will soon touch...
The fragrance of dying flesh is burning And slightly overwhelming As sure as those who protect this forest slowly die So do the bonds of those who need its air and nourishment Soon all shall die
All the crying of those dying Haunts those hunting and those running Death is creeping on those weeping There is no chance for those sleeping
Now it's snowing, the winds blowing There is nothing new now growing Leaves are falling, bodies sprawling There's no hope when death comes crawlingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
