Spithre - Lord Of Winter Тексты

Lord of Winter!
Through this blackened night. My tortured soul is made bitter, from your cursing words. Pain felt deep within, emotionless left standing.

Relentless rain, dampening morbid shadows. Forceful grin as vengeful thoughts bring comfort. Visions of hell upon the earth you tread.
Serpents smile towards the dark.

My torment is how to treat the remains. Of a soiled day, withered end. Moon drenched fields layed out.
May my absence strike deep!
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