Text for song:
Winters Tears
Band/Artist: Arkheth
Album: Hymns Of A Howling Wind
The cold, I feel secure, a shelter harsh but forgiving.
But I cry and it cries, it cries.
Feel safer in a blizzard than your hands' creation, and no being will touch me greater, not your hands' creation.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The cold, I feel secure, a shelter harsh but forgiving.
But I cry and it cries, it cries; it cries the Winter's Tears.
But I cry and it cries, it cries.
Feel safer in a blizzard than your hands' creation, and no being will touch me greater, not your hands' creation.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The cold, I feel secure, a shelter harsh but forgiving.
But I cry and it cries, it cries; it cries the Winter's Tears.
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