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A Colour Cold Black

Oversættelse: En Farve Cold Black. Katerkopf.

the garden of the soul Where the girls run barefoot and all life lives uncontrolled Come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile Never mind the cold black

A cold winter's night Quiet and black There's no one but us And the whole world stands back While we lose ourselves In stories we tell Suddenly everything

apart, but it's a song you can wither O'Sister Those lines thats in your hands Their hardend and rough, like a road map of sorrow My sister There is a

What you do to me You are all four seasons Rolled into one You're like the cold December snow In the warm July sun I'm the jet black sky That's just

six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes searching for a space that's warm enough to take them through the night. There's only black

wedding can now take place". They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew, In a chariot she felt deaths embrace. "I am Deirdre, for a short time alive

In the eyes of death I journey, a vortex of supreme black gales where swift light of deep blue Kaos focus in the invincible blackness. My evil soul grows

world of bleakness Doleful is the cost of life But my heart is the perfect shrine For my burial on this black cold winter day At one with fear, for the