Bad snow freeze my throat And numbs my soul Eats me whole to pick me up That's where you know Free to go You call the Jones Makes me old before I'm old
Bad snow freeze my throat And numbs my soul Eats me whole to pick me up Thats where you know Free to go You call the jones Makes me old before I'm old
Traducció: Coloms. Més fosc.
're lifting high In your hands you've got everything When the final battle's won everyone shall see That our almighty Lord JESUS CHRIST is king Darkness
Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom
of death, creations of life Your kingdom has come, your kingdom is gone Where the winds of darkness blows Thats where I lost my soul Where the winds of darkness
over all Strong men under us fall The longer we ride this yearn will make us find Where dark and light don't differ Where dark and light don't differ
closed, My sweet and future bride. Beside some lonely river bank, Where the weeping willow grow, I'll ease my aching heart tonight, Down where the dark
Children, go where I send thee How shall I send thee? I'm gonna send thee one by one One for the little bitty, baby Who's born, born, born in Bethlehem
[D. Cardoen - Y. Cluckers] I felt I was being betrayed Break the feeling of faith For now no changes were brought How many battles were fought ? You
an open sky victorious we live over all strong men under us fall The longer we ride this yearn will make us find where dark and light don't differ...
This is a ghost town We lie on the edges of failure's fled Lead on by shining faces, levelling extremes What used to be, our humility is gone Walk
night when death arrives Travel through the tunnel when life shall end... Never finding light at the end. Symphony plays... music of the dead and darkness
Traducció: Crimson Moon. On la foscor no pot arribar a.
