The time's bloodhound: the ruthless cold straining me, enchoate to bitting. Tearing my flesh; blood coloring my clothes, and the white scenery.
Aspirating my blood; the body is cold. "I will die soon" blow it into my ears.
Aspirating my blood; the body is cold. "I will die soon" Blow it to me.
The hope to survive is seems dimmer. The warm shelter is vanishing to distance. Snow embracing me, and cover in my body with eternal snow of winter.
Refr.: Aspirating my blood with it's freezing embrace.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
