In the polar night long and dark May the wolves howl and bark In the silence of December May them my body dismember Hear the ancient owl call She tells the story of my fall Whispers in the northern wind As my body lay there skinned The whitest glade was painted red Yet my spirit wasn't dead Hidden runes beneath the snow A story of the returning crow As winter turn to spring Again you will hear him sing Like the sound of foxes chewing mice The morning sun will crack the ice And from the lake - I shall arise For when the red snow melt Along with the sadness I've felt Leaving nothing worth to mourn I'm out of ice rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
