The Arrival of the Wintry Clouds

(Instrumental) the horizon is red the wintry clouds come coming back pain in my shoulder remains me my heart is not well raining outside... with white drops of snowy rain coldness follows the dead on chains of misery crawlers crawl while miseries spill from their veins a path to walk on 'til fucking Death when eyes open something in heart must die this is the rule of wanderers leave behind what left behind...