Paroles de Frost

Sleeping demons, colourful lies The hands that sever mournful ties Hands of winter caress my skin Fuelling the fire raging within Blinded by ice, raining down Crows whisper, a sanctified crown Mocking the survival of life A barren desert, void of might Touch the hands of Frost [x2] Let the soothing cold dance over your skin As his moonlit eyes ensnare you Surrendered to his mercy Frost is his name Frost is his soul Frost is his touch Flawless, relentless, an eternal creature Storm, blizzard, they are his allies Pity the one who dares to defy him For he cannot escape winter's deadly kiss Touch the hands of Frost [x2] Let the soothing cold dance over your skin As his moonlit eyes ensnare you Surrendered to his mercy Frost is his name Frost is his soul Frost is his touch