Στοίχοι: Rotting Christ. Sleep Of The Angels. Cold Colours.

:
THE COLD TWILIGHT
WAS GIVING WAY
TO THAT FROZEN NIGHT
WHEN HE STARTED TO SAY

THROUGH YOU EYES
I CAN SEE
NONE OF YOUR LIES
CONVINCE ME

THE DANCING SHADOWS
I WAIT TO APPEAR
THE OMEN THAT SHOWS
YOU ARE HERE

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AWAY FROM YOU UNTRACKABLE
AND YET NEAR YOU UNTOUCHABLE

A SUDDEN FEAR CAME INTO ME
THE NIGHT IS HERE IT CIRCLES ME

A SUDDEN FEAR
CAME INTO ME
THE NIGHT IS HERE
IT CIRCLES ME

THE SILVER OF THE MOON
SO INTOXICATING
I'LL SEE THEM SOON
IT'S ALMOST SCARING

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UNDOING HATRED
REFLECTED THE GOLD COLOURS
GOLDEN FIRE AND RED
THE BLACK OF DEATH FOLLOWS

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