White death

The winter comes to me
carrying this song of death
on the wings of malevolous winds.

The Majestic darkness
shakes my reason and creates a powerful magic
through the strange highways.

Into the pit
I hear the sad voices from the sea,
they make me get lost again and again.

My dreams become death,
Is the long cold winter.
The black bird came back.
My dreams become death.
Is the long cold winter.
The black bird came back again.

Walking in the shadows,
I feel my fragile soul
haunted by the beast.

My dreams become death,
Is the long cold winter.
The black bird came back.
My dreams become death.
Is the long cold winter.
The black bird came back.