A misty veil lies above the fields Fading light, feelings of doom The summer is dying, days becoming Shorter now, flowers are wilt The trees have lost there leaves Fading beauties
Chiling wind blows through the Deserted streets, now and then veiled People darting through the night Snow is lashing on my window It smells like winter, this season i hate
The crows are back-they've returned Every year the same old story The crows are back. Depressions awake The crows are back
Chiling wind blows through
Black winterday, the sun doesn't reach The ground, the sun lost it's strength The ground is frozen, a crow is sitting In the tree right next to my house It's croacking aching in my ears It sounds that it laughs at me
A misty veil lies above the fields
The return of the crows, the winter Has come, oppressing void
Time of depression, time of distress Sleepless nights, fear of the dark Return of the crows
Racking dejection is torturing me Season of silent sufferings Far away from better days Happiness weighed down by worries
Sadness, the world lies low Return of the crows They'll bring back the sorrows Thoughts of suicide Suffocates the love of life
The crows are back, they've returned... Chilling wind blows through... Black winterday... The return of the crows