Tekst:
Winter Goden

torment False beliefs Beliefs in hate Perpetual dreams Deafening screams Goden Hear the piercing cries Of the Fourth Horseman in the wind Goden Unleashed

Unopened eyes revealing fear and anguish Told of untrue myth Viewing apparitions in unsightly [unsaintly] ways Need not hunger for the feast ablaze

day by day in my cold life I wait for my last ride emptiness for me to bear beyond I will be there it's always me to pay to false gods I prayed

day by day in my cold life I wait for my last ride emptiness for me to bear beyond I will be there it's always me to pay to false gods I prayed

Et que le bon l'emporte! il certes evident que l'enfonce la une porte ouverte depuis longtemps... S'il est vrai qu'on est con, c'est vrai que tout depend