Death in winter.
Death in winter.
In the darkness of the winter's spine
White snow lays on the frozen ground
Purified by the godless wine
Secretly guarded by the wild hound
The coal-black raven with his sorrow
Hear his cry through your bones
I wish i could foresee tomorrow
My lord, the trees are the one he owns.
Dirt covered hearts are buried diep within
a rope around his neck, hanging on a branch
Bleeding lovers and their cold grey skin
mother nature embraces all who stanch
~Ik weet niet of het allemaal correct Engels is, maar ik heb mijn best gedaan
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