Cold, frozen landscape, a throne of horror widening, image through the soul, weakening hope.
Life is a fire that won't burn forever.
It freezes, it fades.
Hope is the curse of the individual.
It dies with him.
Fear is the individual's l*** for life.
Paralyzing, it kills.
Nature is a mother who eats her own young,
Without care.
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading.
Soul and body falls to the ground.
Remember the seasons of temperate grace?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain.
Death hides not in the summer's warm winds,
But a February breeze can kill.
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong,
And kills the weak.
Cold are the devils that walk this dark time,
They, who b*** and sting.
Snow is the blanket of a world at rest.
It smothers, it chills.
Winter is the beast that renews the land,
And kills the weak.
I am lost, and have become weak.
Life is a fire that won't burn forever.
It freezes, it fades.
Hope is the curse of the individual.
It dies with him.
Fear is the individual's l*** for life.
Paralyzing, it kills.
Nature is a mother who eats her own young,
Without care.
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading.
Soul and body falls to the ground.
Remember the seasons of temperate grace?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain.
Death hides not in the summer's warm winds,
But a February breeze can kill.
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong,
And kills the weak.
Cold are the devils that walk this dark time,
They, who b*** and sting.
Snow is the blanket of a world at rest.
It smothers, it chills.
Winter is the beast that renews the land,
And kills the weak.
I am lost, and have become weak.