Necroshine

Through Fear And Madness
A cold wind blows On mountains of the north Through the trees' branches Like hands to the sky Old forest Protecting an ancient knowledge In this desolate place Time seems never pass I vague in the remotest minds Through fear and madness Alone with my troubles The dusk embrace me Wrapped from the fog That grows under my feet In this desolate place Time seems never pass I vague in the remotest minds Through fear and madness From Letras Mania