Black Winter Day - Children Of Bodom

This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed man think

Like daybreak in spring

The sun on a spring morning

Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like a dark night in autumn

But how do I feel

In my gloomy depths?

This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed man think

Like daybreak in spring

Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like a dark night in autumn

A black winter day

This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed man think

Like daybreak in spring

Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like a dark night in autumn

A black winter day

No, darker than that

Gloomier than an autumn night

A black winter day