My skin was burnt by the touch of her burning eyes I need the wind like a balm to fix my will Empty heart that will find the cold again to avoid been a slave of the sun
I can already see the frozen moors I already feel the frost into my lungs
Seated on the edge between life and death waiting for winter waiting to be myself
Nothing will remain only blood in my veins beliefs don't matter on this day
The water reflects a man who will stop being a man insubstantiality
Today I'm going to bury the Ego in the lake It won't emerge below the ice sheet I rise above this white calm waiting for winter, the wind is my balm
I hear howls, and then, silence my memories are fragile like shards of ice there's nothing left but cold and snowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
