I spread my minds wings and arise towards the sky. I fulfil all my dreams and to the essence of winter I fly... To finest of weathers my wings are taking
- Light may fade, but the fire; Fire's burning still.. Oh - Don't ask me to understand; My need for your love. And the sacrifice.. My soul in turmoil
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I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window. Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past; I fell down on the ground, colored stones
of law I used to run but now I crawl My knife is still colored by blood Cold breathing Northwind shattering As I say a silent prayer for my soul My soul
my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope... My heart beats in sync with the nature. I wait for the coldest winter. I am the Snow Soul... I
of grace Mankind crying for salvation They are worth of all the prayers Worth of all the prayers Through the gloomy darkened night I wandered without fear My soul
Years have passed before me Changing my view to things I see See my inner world on collide With another that I left outside I lived for hate so many years
the starlit sky to see the northern lights.. Frozen - Scenery gives a glimpse of hope; Chosen - Trail that leads through the drifts of snow. Upon your soul
I wander through the wind and snow deeper into the unknown; Old spruce trees and the sights of snowy fields I pass by; The forest of my mind.. With fear
dawn of winter, the love divine enters to My Winterheart Memories take me to dawn of his glory in my life Grace pours like snowflakes on my wounded soul
"I wait alone in the dark, for the gates to unfold; Far and distant You are, far and distant.. ..and so cold." You - Thee so weak in belief; Everything
Years have passed before me. Changing my view of reality. In my days I always knew, My weak belief I have for you... I lived for hate so many years.
the burning hot cleansing steam... My weak endeavour to stay clean; From all the filth that I've gladly taken in. Failed escape from reality; My soul
afraid to open my eyes. Horror of facing the day. Mist of the morning is fading, while cancer burn in my bones. Horror of facing the pain. Years ago
I watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky; It makes me feel more alive. I've been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd; After my suicide
my eyes I didn't break I felt it return and take me back to fate My body felt cold as my soul left this hole So I know, I been down the same fuckin road
time. No, no way out from the spell where you're caught. So we must be strong, holding on to our lives. Into the void. Immortal souls will rise. Rising