Teksty:
Cryptic Wintermoon The Dark Things You Fear

afraid of the coming night ? remember where darkness there is a light A burning flame forever to remain Just another grave in the cold without a name Now darkness

s the drums of war That's our art of war You can run ? but never hide Here death will always find you Kill efficiency ? industrialized Genocide ? mechanized

keep of all darkest nights ? where the source of your sorrow lies All your nightmares ? only worse ? have become bitter truth for your infected mind And nothing could save you

This morning has been born ? without light ? dim ? forlorn A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs Black gaunt and eerie tree ? skeletons

I am the creator ? they call me god This naive rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst In my laboratory lovely named "earth" ? your incubator ? you

Atmospheric electric ? the hurricane is near We carry on our soil ? to get you all my dear Heading straight on forward ? but never out of sight An egotrip