Из альбома: Dead Winter Dead
We never fear the night
We bring our own starlight
Dropped on the world below
Wait for the afterglow
And in the dark they wed
we're dancing with the dead
And if the groun'd been stained
Colors run in the rain
Run away, no delay
Do we have to show you?
Don't expect mercy yet
We don't even know you
Hear the press, nothing less
Saying that we don't care
Understand it's the land
And you'd have to be there
we never contemplate
We only offer fate
And in the night they arc
Flowering in the dark
Filling the sky with red
Till all their needs are fed
Then like a childhood tear
They quickly disappear
Run away, no delay
Do we have to show you
Don't expect mercy yet
We don't even know you
hear the press, nothing less
Saying that we don't care
Understand it's the land
And you'd have to be there