اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In the winter my blood grew black
Like the ash tree, I drew back
I am wooden but burnt too strong
I am broken but still belong
In the winter my roots grew down
Fingers clutching at a rusty crown
I am regal but ruled too long
I am broken and staging strong
You made a wraith of me
You made a wraith of me
You made a wraith of me
Like winter leaves
Like winter leaves
In the winter I will stand all night
Always lusting after loving light
So I hid my heart in hematite
Cast in iron and cold in sand
You made a wraith of me
You made a wraith of me
You made a wraith of me
Like winter leaves
Like winter leaves
