Слова:
Cales Pass In Time

winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly among trees, Silence rules, silence which precedes the storm, though. In the centre of the wheel of time In

blood Pagan rabble Fallen under the flag of antiquity. I like to breath in and I devour greedily Each little drop of the times passed away Times

Through oblivion I have been travelling for hundreds of years Hidden from your sight Passing your fates. Born by the night dark Into the deeps of

Icy wind is blowing between my lips Wine went sour, froze in my mouth Together with water in the caves of eternity. ... Thousands of transparent stalactites

time of winter kingdom's frost, Where bunches of mist are gathering And fade away again When pure pale morning illuminates white plaines with hoarfrost, Where time