Paroles de Bora

Winter's coming And this forgotten tale Resurfaces time after time The cold wind blows letters of a Lost love nymph call it's taranis And prepares The vengeance on man, From a past no more known, She cries the cruel faith No more cheerful dance Among trees A funeral force Will prevail, Over Honey lips searching For it's beloved poisoned heart, Pulling down the wall Of guilty man Under a freezing moon, She'll wander shouting With a shrill voice Her desperation Many ages have passed And she's always alone, Never forgetting the misfit, Yearning ravenous For the killer's ruin Thout bora infuse your shining gaze, We'll be your cut-throat sons