My Cold Winter - II 2011
Come to me in my sleeps
And I want to be kissed
Beauty hot sweetest lips...
Winter's cold, winter's wild,
Winter's hungry as death.
I'am born winter's child
And this so sad...
My embrace cold and danger...
Winter's fear...
Snow and clear.
I'am go as the stranger
Come back to disappear...
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