Sometimes I hear As day is crying As trees are spiking with me Strange voice In my imagination "What did you say?" I agree
My eyes are blind And mind is weak I'm like bird that flies To the sky You were born In the ocean Raising from abyss In order to die on the stones
Die, or let me die Fire at the gates of mine
Your world is dead The winds are spreading The millennium dust. Winter will come And belief will be the distrust.
Behind the mirror Of the winter's fall Behind the mirror Is the devastation world. Behind the mirror Of the winter's fall Behind the mirror... ...My world
My frozen mind Told me that in But winds power of autumn Is waiting for winters