reliant Unending quest for hope Storms of hooded horsemen [Something indecipherable] through dying eyes The ashes blow - torrent winds Unanswered cries, for darkness
Превод: Зима. В тъмнина.
December approaches its dark depths Decorate my fears Alluring shadows of unrest Drawing near Pain and pleasure Once captured the devil's[?] fear The
Unopened eyes revealing fear and anguish Told of untrue myth Viewing apparitions in unsightly [unsaintly] ways Need not hunger for the feast ablaze
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for eternity Season of the damned [dead] Rivers of fear run cold Ice castle formation Frozen tears escape eternal frost Forbidden land of sorrow At last the winter
warsmen Rise Screams of passion through the dark Ignored by pain and suffering Gloomy paths decorate the halls [walls] of darkness Burning hate Flesh
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The desert mist Inferno rise [Infernal rise; Infernal eyes] The tyrants of oppressive life [No tolerance of oppressive life] Grant us strength in this
grown reliant Unending quest for hope Storms of hooded horsemen [Something indecipherable] through dying eyes The ashes blow - torrent winds Unanswered cries, for darkness
and dreams come into sight Just know that you are on my mind And through the darkness my love shines Through the darkness, my love... And through the darkness
came The leaves fall gently and like autumn she brings sadness The leaves are left behind and winter?s in my
good film Still kisses with saliva No longer empty and frantic Like a cat tied to a stick That's driven into frozen winter shit The ability to laugh
that days were slipping past That the good things would never last, that you were crying Mmm, summer turned to winter and the snow had turned to rain And the rain turned into
did this used to be? The ice, it used to shine upon our river It was a mirror that the cold dark water Ran away deep beneath And here were many years of winter
're no different than anyone And all the winter snow has melted now Into a pool of silver water And we were standing in a thunder cloud Dark as your hair, dark
Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation