Forest 歌词

Shimmer of cold light of the moon Made icicles point us like sharp knives From this moment on, no words are needed Two souls, but through this path only one will go Breath this chilling air Let the lungs inhale, the spirit of murder Red crystals pour to snow To kill a human, to end a life This forest is a shrine Your flesh bound to earth At the treshold of death Sparks start to gather Dark gateway opens You were the key Into the dephts of evil One had to die To channel the power Into a greater being Shimmer of cold light of the moon Made blade of my knife shine