Paroles de Bora
Winter's comingAnd this forgotten tale
Resurfaces time after time.
The cold wind blows letters of a
Lost love nymph call it's taranis
And prepares
The vengeance on man,
From a past no more known,
She cries the cruel faith
No more cheerful dance
Among trees...
A funeral force
Will prevail,
Over
Honey lips searching
For it's beloved poisoned heart,
Pulling down the wall
Of guilty man.
Under a freezing moon,
She'll wander shouting
With a shrill voice Never forgetting the misfit,
Yearning ravenous
For the killer's ruin.
Thout bora infuse your shining gaze,
We'll be your cut-throat sons.
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