the Winter comes
my Grave will to be open
in the darkest Forest
much snow and bleakness
much snow and bleakness
the icy winter brings frost
I'm thirsty of blood
it will warms my heart
my Soul will to be free
it's hard to find blood
nothing to find creatures
all have been withdrawn
I'm wandering through the forest
my Soul will to be free
it's hard to find blood
nothing to find creatures
all have been withdrawn
I'm wandering through the forest
to be continued
