Joyless Trance of Winter - Trail Of Tears

Winter!

The hatred rises in the cold

The way it sharpens all my senses

Will enable me to fill the void

All your countless and weak attempts denied

You run with new-fed terror

Pale as you kiss damnation

Pale because of your failure

Hurt where it hurts the most

Bleak as the courage falls

Hit by the winter sadness

An orphan of your own madness

I’ll attack when you least expect it

And make you stare in awe

With blood-shut eyes at the perishing sun

Too many lies

Too many failures

In mist of yourself

You struggle in vain

Shivers!

The way you shiver as you crawl

To see you tremble as your panic grows

Is a reward to in its purest form

Fearful you watch the end

As it reflects in the mirror

As you turn blue I vanish

In a joyful trance

Winter!

The hatred rises in the cold

The way it sharpens all my senses

Will enable me to fill the void

All your countless and weak attempts denied

You run with new-fed terror

Pale as you kiss damnation

Pale because of your failure

Too many lies

Too many failures

In mist of yourself

You struggle in vain