Morbid Fascination Of Death
J. Nordavind
Lifeless landscapes
Dead trees up in the hills
Pure autumn bliss
In cold November
On a night of gusting wind
Clouds came down - down
Together we were beasts
We lay in the cold dusk -
Of his negligence
In the mist of the turmoil
Frozen heart
Beast of winter
Mental frost
Beast of winter
Mental frost