Far away from the sun in coldness of the north Hear the wind sing her song, Withered widows weeping Wedding of the moon and the stars A funeral of light The lands of no fear, yet no hope A dance in the cold
The storm became us and we became the storm We are the foes of the sun
Creatures with a temper so bold walk the rusty lands Earth a mother, sun a father in the land of the auroras Melodies of misery Slow colours in the sky Tears of the backwoods spruce For the wounds that never heal
The storm became us and we became the storm We are the foes of the sun
Let darkness be our guide Let misery fill our souls Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn
Let darkness be our guide Let misery fill our souls Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn PHANTASM
She feels a cold breeze, At night, she hears distant cries. She is just a child but still she knows The girl in the mirror is not herself Just a phantasm of death to become
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.
She sees atrocious things, At night, she perceives the fear in their minds. She is just a child, but still she knows when its time The little boy running in the fields is not real Just a burning soul of a soon dead one
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end. Now she finally sees herself in the mirror: beauty lost. The answer to mystery of her life, is now clear Death? Death? Death? Death?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
