Something DARK in search of prey Lurks about as I'm astray Waiting for the moment of weakness That open window to my soul
When space is given, that cold creeps in Makes a nest in the warmth within Then slowly spreads that heavy chill Without me knowing its intention, about to kill
Sorrow grips my heart With its timeworn hands, tears apart Eyes blacken, all goes COLD Until there's nothing, forevermore
The sense of emptiness, the loss of all Surrendering to grief, a spiritual fall Frozen, FORLORN Helpless since the sorrowful was born
FROZEN, forlorn, helpless And the sorrowful is bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
