Celtic Frost
Suicidal Winds
ListenAs the mist is risingAnd uncovers all that's lostTry and mend what you can barely feelEven if it is forgotten and doneWatch out who is still on the throneWhile the sighs of life are borneThe bloodless race of oldAs startledThe flow of denial without rememberingThe flood is still in motionThe ground on fire all alongLeave the thought of cryingDeny and harm the endless dayWhere will be vulgarityIn these immune sightsAlong the way i'm leaving this wreckWithout the suicidal hordeThe day will comeAnd i'll be able to seeThe flag rising of the freeUntil eternity
From Letras Mania