Novembers Doom Seasons Of Frost
Grey winds of sorrow pass the enchanted willows • For the
wealth of man focus this holy creation • And through the
eyes of one glass statue falls another mans desire • Ever
watching the shadows of the hawk, billowing on the soft
dirt below • Her tears drop to the earth • The splash of
salt sings to me • Ever burning candle lights the passion
• White marble stones pain my bare feet • Nothing can
hurt more then my heart • The sun has warmed the day • No
assurance lies within the sunlight • Telling tales of
soft young children and the death of our closest love •
Seasons of frost burns before our eyes • Listening to the
whispers of the wind • The infinite passion of ones
desires will separate man from his God • This is where
all evil comes to pass • And only the love of two concurs
this plague • My bloody feet leave a trail that the
insects now devour • And for many days the stones have
cut, but for today there is no darkness • The smell of
dead leaves fills the air • As the once warm sun
disappears behind the clouds of Heaven • Help me, I
cannot see • I'm f..cking blind to all that surrounds me •
But I will always know the truth • Help me, I cannot see
