Woorden:
Thorns Of The Carrion Eve Songs Demo

sadness in the *pall* light of death The funeral march passed as slowly as autumn days The hymn was sung so bittersweet so like winters tragic song I

Forgive this sullen man before thee I am but a broken husk of shadows In life, all I wanted was joy yet there is now nothing left for me ....only death

[the angel speaks] "The wind is the carriage from which I arrive And the storm's the road I travel The frost on the window is my kiss And the tears on