Gris - The Cold Wind of My Breath is Always Blowing


The rain through who i rode is ethereal 
Our forests are eternal 
The cold wind of my breath is always blowing 
In the frost that lies beneath the sky 

The snowy mountain 
The freezing glance of the moon, so cold 
On my narrow path to darkness 
Beholding the eternity…

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