There are days coming
When the sun will not shine for me
When this vibrant jungle will give way
To a barren wasteland
Hear the cries of the mountain wolf...
There are days coming
When I will get lost
In the white miasma
When many will fall
Into the cold sleep
See them laying frozen, trapped in time...
There are days coming
Which I wish would never come at all
There are days coming
Days of winter... |