Píseň: Snowing Still

Interpret:
Rotting Christ
Album:
Triarchy Of The Lost Lovers
all my dreams 
take me backwards 
i can see 
a little child 
his mother 
in black 
what a pleasure 
touched by death 
snow falls 
cover the dead 
cold doesn't 
touch her 
ice melts 
as the warm tears fall 
kissing the dead brother 
and it's snowing still 
in a lake of white 
swans stare 
at their direction 
sad they live 
black strange birds are coming 
although early 
the night deep falls 
tears turn to ice 
by the cold 
the snow covers his body 
and the snow stops falling 
in shape like crows and as swans 
become wizards speaking human words 
the morning next together they will be