When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your bones
Превод: Ан Кларк. Бяла Тишина.
Превод: 3 Inches Of Blood. Бог на Студената Бяла тишина.
: When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your
When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your
Sitting on sound waves demoted to mute Born into flames like a phoenix What did the third eye really have in mind? Tree-shaped temples shred horizons
So much for us then See the reward But who knows when Time, time and again Taken for granted Disenchanted Lovers ranted Pictures slanted Heartbreaks
When it's over we meet downstream Always honor the code Wolf assassin the complete Piled stones shape the road Life of silence and grave battlefields
Feel shattered glass on a wind Rob all our eyes of their sight Cold sonic rush fills the void Changes the modes of our vice Sing my loves Sing sorrows
Bring dead skull Back to life again Tissue forms Around the wounded souls Healing signs of neon spines draw the lines My friends Revival of Unique bone
A lack of oxygen under their skullcaps Thin is the air they breathe Summit fever grips all of their climbing souls Hypoxic delusions upon the descent
Savage Low, lonely hearts Some were rewarded with love Most were just crushed Searchers Lose ways in the dusk Horns and the claw emerge Surface with
Scorched by light Soft laser eyes hang so high they blur the crystal view Pirouettes Spin effortless Bore a hole in the core of you Dead rise Dead rise
Wraith Tracking the taste of warm blood White silence is breaking the spirit Nature Sews
же нам не жилось, что же нам не спалось, Что нас выгнало в путь по высокой волне? Нам сиянья пока наблюдать не пришлось, Это редко бывает - сиянья в цене! Тишина