| Winters Approach |
[Oct. 23rd, 2003|10:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | gotic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Climbing up the Walls | ] |
Cold wind sharply blows in my face
Breaking branches and souls, leaving no trace
Yellow autumn leaves fall with white snow
On the gray mud and ground
But did you know, you know…
All is so quiet, there is no sound
I can feel eternal winter coming
Sky’s sparking in silver and black
There is no coming back
There is no coming back |
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