buried under snow
our lives may slow
it is strange
the colors we turn
our lives may slow
it is strange
the colors we turn
the once found
a man still alive
sleeping in the snow
when they woke him
he begged, "leave me here."
what you find
is not yours
touch it and
it may spoil
snow is silver at dusk
snow is gold at dawn
you were red at dusk
now completely blue
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Mais ouvidas de Bone awl
ver todas as músicas- Life is Blood Red
- I Have Never Met Him
- Land of Tar
- These Days Are Marked
- Finally Gone
- One Nothing Between
- Charge of Cowardice
- It's All Death
- Culture Denied
- The Great Violence
- Tollund Man
- Without Hate We Have Nothing
- Gray Heaps That Never Rot
- Bless the Plague
- Head Of Silence
- Circles of Hair
- Crowned In Martyrmony
- White With Sepulchres
- Without Hesitation
- Black Wings