April 14th... And the Sabbath is near. The ground is trembling, Weakened by the longest winter. These are the last steps Of the frost giants, As they leave.
An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust. Killing season comes in shades of gray.
An april moon is rising as the Spring turns to dust. We lay down to the howling sound As the world is slowly... coming down.
Bless Thee Ghosts of Winter For you have made me stronger To face this day The evernights For the north Our paths will go The south is burning The east is vast The west is dying fast And as I leave My heart holds no fear I know there's nothing From here
An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust. Killing season comes in shades of gray.
An april moon is rising as the Spring turns to dust. We lay down to the howling sound...
On the altar of endless snow On the deep glacier's glow. We prepare our graves Here, under the north star I will sleep away To the deep hum of your icy womb.
April 14th... And death is here. The tide has finally turned. The ground is trembling, Weakened by the longest winter. These are the last steps Of the frost giants, As they leave.
But my heart holds no fear. For I know there's nothing for me here.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
