Vertimas: Ženklai Of Darkness. Žiemą Dying Day.
Vertimas: Žiema. Į tamsą.
I'm glad to see You brought a coat The winters here get awful cold The winters here get awful cold And if we're still lovers, go out and marry The air
When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter
: [Bonus] [Instrumental]
all strong men under us fall The longer we ride this yearn will make us find where dark and light don't differ... Winterized... blackening descend Mesmerized
Midnight wrap me within your dark embrace. Let the light of the moon comfort me. Deep within silence, i'm at ease in a grave yard. Nothing but the
still. Silence is the earth, An emtiness sinks within. Dead is the trees, grey is the sky. To me this is death, The rest is just winter. Let
Darkness silences us without words. Emptiness is a comfort I can no longer afford. Loneliness comes to us when we need it most. Yet i hate every moment
s your kingdom come. A telltale heart you broke. Their tears becoming a mote. Haunted by your carnal sin. You have the key let yourself in. Chorus: The dark
breaking. I've given my heart. It's gotten stomped upon. Crucify my emotions Doing it in front of everyone. Tears may shed, But inside I'm forever dead. Cold, Dark
Midnight wrap me within your dark embrace, let the light of the moon comfort me. Deep within silence, I'm at ease in a graveyard. Nothing but the dead
As the fog clears we hit the land. Shields and swords in callused hands. Storm the village, burnt to the ground. A city of life now a burial mound
As I wake from a deep slumber, There sits the angel Gabrielle. He?s so pale, yet a sight to see, His lips so soft greet me. This dark mysterious
distress. Why do these nightmares never end? Chorus: I?m stuck in a place that I?ll never leave. I?m trapped within a fantasy. A place filled with dark
Wandering the night, To please the appetite. Gaze into the midnight sky. One last kiss before you close your eyes. (Solo - Martin) A glance into
I cut my hands on thorns, as you stood there and watched. Blood running from my hands down my fingers, yet you do nothing, but fucking stare! I'
When I?m gone I?ll become the trees. When I?m dead I?ll become the sky. The tears you?ve wept will be the rain that pours down. Just like the rain