star has fallen to earth The sun has turned black The sky is painted in shadow The animals lay rotting All life is dead At the end The end of earth
last star has fallen to earth The sun has turned black The sky is painted in shadow The animals lay rotting All life is dead At the end The end of earth
Silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high. Beholding the great vast forest. I ean see the colours of autumn. Nightly frost that made
the sea Swept through the land of The rich and the free I look into the eyes Of my merciful friend And then I ask myself Is this the end? Memories linger
a shades Eyes gliming full of lust You try to dazzle me with your beauty You try to bewitch me When cold northwind blows I can smell your perfume When frost
Kings of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium upon the Thrones In the Shadow of the Horns Cleansed like the air in the Night World Without End (we've
called frost Fix the in anxieties from grip The frost that burned the honorees Underneath the heavy clouds The lifted sword, the broken shield The end
round this fool who never learns Every living thing that's born must have its end What winter takes away, spring brings back again [Chorus] Summer doesn't feel the coming frost
have a dead Christmas, That means your dead and thats the end" Merry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost
in the sky A breeze lifts the fog from the ice As the winter predicts our fall The last tide of honour now rises With greatness and frost in its eye
knows where I am gone Tasting the cold from the shining gates As snow fall from the sky Thirsting for the realms of frost At the end of the gate I wont
letter today And I miss you all so much, here I can't wait to see you all And I'm counting the days, dear I still believe that there's gold At the end
: Ten strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost begins The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the nightbirds
: [february 93] Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad I watch the Mountains where the Frost begins The Northern Storm is Guiding me To the Forest
my pictures Hunting a dream of blowing flesh Separation of mind to a big tragic end Bleeding humans for unknown sin In a circle of burning fire Frost
a hundred thieves away But with the fall of old town bosses Old traditions starts to fade What should have been the end of the story Would mark the end
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swing through O'Fallon sounds Knocking out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
a crowd I like enjoying my drugs so listen close to my voul this mister Playa Flizy you take this mighty wizhight as Inbbins (IBN) lawfully with it until the end
