at 4 in the morning Killing time on the blue highway Drag in the day like a body Burried the night under where I'd layed On all the sides, the frost
There's rain on the mountain A white frost on the moors It's an epoch of eternity Waters touch the holy shore It's a land of mystery The world of unseen
( Drag City Supersession album ) Even as the sun Paints the landscape with its fire It seems the storms they follow me Wherever i go I may perish
( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become
the fight Dragonship riding the windA? The reign of death, we'll make it end Dragonship [The Dragon's Spirit:] I am the Spirit of the Last Dragon I live
As you stumble into the future Remorselessly moving out of the past And you separate the reflex moments of living You drag down the morning into your
It's midnight at the depot And I drag my bags in line Travellin' light, I got to go But the bus won't be on time Everybody's looking half alive Later
His early mornin' attitude You have to drag him out of bed Only frosted flakes will do He gets that from me Yeah, he gets that from me His curly hair
with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in theGallery of Frost
Engulfed in Frost I Sailed our Dreams Gloomy inner Landscapes come to life I am the Wolf in the Darkest scene Phantasms Sweep My Role I am Lucifer, I
( rossi / frost ) How do you do? Tell me how are you? Have you been well? Give my regards to the world Hand on my heart, I didn't do what they say
lights In her swirling skies, a wraith like ice Born to ride the cold winds of the north Cometh to freeze the grounds Release the Arctic swarm to drag
A valley of death is where I walk I feel the shadows rake my spine Rape of the dying There is no life here... many souls had been dragged Screaming into
sylphs... I have seen demons lick your ivory hands, And watched you ride naked upon the backs of fire-dragons... Your eyes sparkle clear as hoar-frost
out the medium atmosphere of thieves inhabitants of illness the things that shall be hereafter clouds of black rich in their destiny the frost freezes
have died Dragons breath has frozen Chaos in serpent forms Manifest the universe Crystal phoenix of midnight sky Carry the burning souls away Legions of frost
an American son Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns and his friends were all there with him when they laid him beneath the frost
nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay