Notre Dame - Frost Тексты

Enchanted I´d seek thee I froze in front of these carefully carved sculptures. As if by a magic stroke with a bite so cold it burns on nightfall I saw - Frost
Afraid the blood would freeze my veins I began roaming towards the gates when a magical blizzard will drop the swirl that surrounds me and then as I looked up - Frost
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