Slowly falls the snow
Painting the horizon
With cold, lifeless white
And we stand motionless

But whose is the hand
Holding the brush

There is no sound, no voice
This world is a tomb forgotten in time
Yet my ears bleed as the silence eats
All the senses away

We, the charcoal silhouettes
Motionless and fading

There is no sound, no voice
This world is a tomb forgotten in time
Yet my ears bleed as the silence eats
All the senses away

The snow waters my dried black tongue
As I lick the landscape
My mouth full of dirt

If I am to die
During the winter nights
I hope the worms would crawl
Through my pale corpse

And if the temple of my soul
Is now to fall
I wish I'd drift in the sea
Where all thoughts lie beneath

I wonder if the water drips
Below the ocean floors

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.