Rotting Christ Snowing Still текст песни, слова песни Snowing Still Rotting Christ
Rotting Christ - Snowing Still
take me backwards
i can see
a little child
his mother
in black
what a pleasure
touched by death
snow falls
cover the dead
cold doesn't
touch her
ice melts
as the warm tears fall
kissing the dead brother
and it's snowing still
in a lake of white
swans stare
at their direction
sad they live
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