Текст песни ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Closed Gates Of Tomorrow (The Cold Harvest)
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Текст песни ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Closed Gates Of Tomorrow (The Cold Harvest)
From the past the winds of Melancholy blow...I hear The Call of the ancient windI feel its blow (and) its Freezing ColdAnd I see no more...For the wind has Frozen my eyes( )Hubris!Pride goes before DestructionAnd a haughty spiritBefore A FallI see not tomorrow, only the pastThe Cold Pain of Lost Burns my eyesI try to close my eyes, alas I can'tFor The Tears have Frozen my eyesRaped from all virtueI scream my RageThe millenium HarvestIs there a god left to pray to?Compassion, such a lieChoose your sideOr be Shoved to the groundDepression (and) AggressionThey're A LegionAnd I Mourn (for the past bygone)Mournfully I Weep for the future Lost