Winter of Apocalypse - Cryptic Wintermoon

Empty Streets, constant fear

Faces mist, something’s near

Here in this valley of fearful dreams

Where is nothing as it seems

We are scared of things unknown

Our darkest phantasies are shown

A whisper in the deathlike silence runs like sirens through my mind

The shadows getting longer, night comes, no way out here I can find

A flash of light lighting up the darkness is like thousand nails cutting my

flesh

These are the echoes of our darkest trips, this is our winter of the apocalypse

The smell of death is in the air, the fate of others I don’t care

The bloody end, now I can see, the one who dies is finally me

I will fly into eternity;

It’s finally me

Now in my thoughts I even forge total extinction

I am the seventh sign, Devil’s reincarnation

Strange, strange things you fear

Now it is me, I am a part of

The ancient enemy

Now in my thoughts I even forge total extinction

I am the seventh sign, Devil’s reincarnation

My master has told me to

Escape the three dimensions

Noone believes, it’s true

I am the phantom in your nightmares

The mystery beyond reality

The bringer of your doomsday

Mayhemic thoughts destroy my mind I am enslaved by …

The ancient enemy, the deepest abyss of my lost soul

A whisper in the deathlike silence runs like sirens through my mind

The shadows getting longer, night comes, no way out here I can find

A flash of light lighting up the darkness is like thousand nails cutting my

flesh

These are the echoes of our darkest trips, this is our winter of the apocalypse

The smell of death is in the air

The fate of others I don’t care

The bloody end, now I can see

The one who dies is finally me