Frozen کے بول

Mother nature explode in colors It is the gruesome season to come The darkness grows in my mind As the tress fade to die Oh, I feel so strange, the wind blows so cold It feels like someone else reign the time to come May this, my subconcious prophecy turn out to be real As autumn turns to winter... Then winter will turn to death Times to come are frozen I feel it in the air Times to come are evil Oh, what a lovely feeling to wake up to a choir of witches Those grey infernal creatures As they lurk in the obscure morning light, morning light Snow has covered the ground The wolves must be a sign, a sign, a confirmation of what's left to come I release my spirit of hate, as I enter the circle of wolves They, brothers from the dark past, shall tear the lambs apart Times to come are frozen Times to come are frozen I feel it in the air Times to come are evil