As the winter approaches
We will be sleeping in frozen silence
Almost dead faces without feelings
Drown deep into our sadness
Faded dark melancholy
At night when the snow will be dancing
While the rain will be falling
Into the cold darkness
Wintersorrow in my mind
In the memories of a child
Watching outside the window
Inspiration of a dreamer
The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see
The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves
The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies
When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies
Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale
“I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…”
And as my body is trembling
I feel the cold inside me
Under a sweet melancholy
The strains of winter surround me
Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth
Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
As the winter approaches
We will be sleeping in frozen silence
Almost dead faces without feelings
Drown deep into our sadness
Faded dark melancholy
At night when the snow will be dancing
While the rain will be falling
Into the cold darkness
Wintersorrow in my mind
In the memories of a child
Watching outside the window
Inspiration of a dreamer
The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see
The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves
The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies
When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies
Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale
“I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…”
And as my body is trembling
I feel the cold inside me
Under a sweet melancholy
The strains of winter surround me
Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth
Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...
