Trauma Field - The Messenger Тексты

As days became colder
And the autumn prevailed
The north wind brought
Whispers from winter days

I hold on to you
My angel of frost
You fill me with dreams
You make me forget

Through the haze we fly
To the frozen sky
In your arms I am safe
From the rays of the dawning day

To the end of times
I am yours
To roam the skies
We belong
You keep me warm
With your glow
And in your shadow
My blood flows

Wings of an angel
Claws of a beast
You make me stronger
You make me diseased