Winter 歌词
| 歌曲 | Winter |
| 歌手 | Dargaard |
| 专辑 | Rise And Fall |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Black claw-like hands raised to the sky. | |
| Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves, | |
| Growing on their long lean twigs. | |
| Soul mirrors showing me, | |
| A shadowed face. | |
| Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved. | |
| Cloth, white, is falling on the ground. | |
| Snow from the sky; trying to hide, | |
| The face of the earth. | |
| Thousand daggers are piercing my skin | |
| Winds from the north, alone in the skies. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Ravens seem to be the only | |
| Life beside me; suddenly | |
| They cover the sky to the horizon. | |
| Blood becomes ice. | |
| Flesh becomes rock. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter… | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter… | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Black clawlike hands raised to the sky. | |
| Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves, | |
| Growing on their long lean twigs. | |
| Soul mirrors showing me, | |
| A shadowed face. | |
| Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved. | |
| Cloth, white, is falling on the ground. | |
| Snow from the sky trying to hide, | |
| The face of the earth. | |
| Thousand daggers are piercing my skin | |
| Winds from the north, alone in the skies. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Ravens seem to be the only | |
| Life beside me suddenly | |
| They cover the sky to the horizon. | |
| Blood becomes ice. | |
| Flesh becomes rock. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Black clawlike hands raised to the sky. | |
| Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves, | |
| Growing on their long lean twigs. | |
| Soul mirrors showing me, | |
| A shadowed face. | |
| Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved. | |
| Cloth, white, is falling on the ground. | |
| Snow from the sky trying to hide, | |
| The face of the earth. | |
| Thousand daggers are piercing my skin | |
| Winds from the north, alone in the skies. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| The coming signs of winter. | |
| Ravens seem to be the only | |
| Life beside me suddenly | |
| They cover the sky to the horizon. | |
| Blood becomes ice. | |
| Flesh becomes rock. | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of Winter. | |
| Winter | |
| I call forth the cold, | |
| The coming signs of winter. |
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