Darklands Embody
Your eyes they are the death of me
But never to be given - I am lost into your beauty
The winter of my lust
Your radiance is hurting inside of me
Strenght and warmth have left me
The winter of my lust - The winter of my longing
In this nightly chill - In her face
In the snow - Which I embody
Your eyes they are the death of me
But never to be given - I am lost into your beauty
The winter of my lust
The winter of my lust
4. Wither
[music: sanga | lyric: burvall]
Gaze upon the ancient cities
A broken throne of a dying king
Now see the skies, it´s charred remains
And try to hear a dead bird sing
Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse
To watch decay, as once written
The lord forever, dies insane
His lies caught up with their creator
The dead bid never sings again
Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse
Wither
