Dargaard - Winter
текст песни

I Call Forth The Cold
The Coming Signs of Winter
Black Hands Raid to the Sky
Silhouettes of Trees with No More Leaves
Growing on Their Long Lean Twigs
Soul Mirrors Showing Me
A Shadowed Face
Waters - Frozen and Rugged, Unmited
Cloth, White, Is Falling
Snow from the Sky
Hiding the Face of the Earth
Thousand Daggers Piercing My Skin
Winds from the North, Alone in the Skies
I Call Forth The Cold
The Coming Signs of Winter
Ravens Seem to be onlim
Life Beside Me - Suddenly
They Cover My Sight to the Horizon
Blood Becomes Ice
Flesh Becomes Rock
I Call Forth The Cold
The Coming Signs of Winter

I cause cold ...
I feel the parish of winter.
Like black hands raised to heaven,
Silhouettes of trees without leaves.
With their meager long branches.
Mirror of the soul showing me
Face in the twilight,
This is frozen, motionless water
Like a white fabric ...
Snow falls from the sky,
Closing the face of the earth.
A thousand daggers penetrating my skin,
- This is the wind of the North. Power in heaven.
I cause cold.
I feel the parish of winter.
Crows are the only life near me.
Suddenly, these birds open the view of the horizon.
And blood becomes ice.
The flesh becomes a rock.
I cause cold.
And I feel the parish of winter.