Yonder thorp afield, bastion of life Despite oppressive, massive threat it's way comes
No people nowhere in sight as close as I stand Yet close enough to sense them defending their way Their weakness observed and fathomed, beheld Succumb and desist or grow with futility
Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest
This thorp afield now bathes in fear As it ever was and naught has changed, oh no
The loathsome lot of them, plainly mad, how else Would you explain them gripping hope that way I am not as they, I do not hope, I do not Feel the need to procreate, sustain
Remain... Remain... Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest You lose to celebrate survival at it's best
You lose to celebrate survival at it's best
This thorp afield, now ruined and dead Half buried in snow, those cold hardened people
Winter came hard Winter came raw Winter came hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
