Слова:
On Thorns I Lay Black Cold Nights

silence how can I fly with broken wings I'll never turn to you Find I new desire hope will never die again trying to move my thoughts Black cold nights

is enough. I watched my step when I entered the narrow path.. I saw and I understood... Its goal lies beyond the black fog, beyond the cold grip

fulfilled is enough. I watched my step when I entered the narrow path.. I saw and I understood... Its goal lies beyond the black fog, beyond the cold