Slow my feet are
frozen their veins
still closing helplessly afar
waking the creatures within
I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
eternally under those cold woods
as my fall brings then
shadows of their wings as howling their
pleads wounded, I lay on ground
listening their needs
It's dark and cold and they fly slowly and
they know surely they raped my soul
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
