…treasures and gold No longer calms his spirit so cold Again it is time to spread the wings of doom A Growl shakes the ground Flames blind men and smoke covers the stars As he rises towards an ancient sky The era of…

…people to wheelchairs, on purpose, you never know, who they kill. they really like psycological thrillers, they do it in reall lifes, it goes beyond, all, it is criminal during the days.…

…End of the Winter End of the coldness End of the day Crows come to this forest Flies through this woods Over the dark water Where ice will die soon Winter surrenders finally Spring rises it's wings Unleash sun's burning…

…By your heartstrings, I am hanging from a dream Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze Come look at the scars smother a heart Opening up No more Tiptoeing along a strand of your hair suspended between These…