A hollow consumed beneath the trees
Gone without a trace
Arrow points an icey star
The pins are cloaking haze
He stands alone in bed and white
His eyes are burning cold
In the winter forest it's night
Are drops of blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
(...)
Gone without a trace
Arrow points an icey star
The pins are cloaking haze
He stands alone in bed and white
His eyes are burning cold
In the winter forest it's night
Are drops of blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
(...)