Besedila:
Amorphis Black Winter Day

morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day Not darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day

sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? A black winter day No, darker

sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? A black winter day No, darker

places Hail, moon, for gleeming Fair one for showing your face Dear sun for dawning And daylight for coming up! Dear moon, you're out from the rock Fair day

: Where has the sun gone from us Where is the moon lost to us The moon will not gleam at all Nor will the sun shine at all Death opens its mouth The

sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? A black winter day No, darker

Where has the sun gone from us Where is the moon lost to us The moon will not gleam at all Nor will the sun shine at all Death opens its mouth The son

sun on a spring morning But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No, darker

on a spring morning But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No, darker