Torrid Songtext
von Waldemar

Icicles
Hang from
The skeletal
Oak in the yard
And from my
Hollowed eyes
And I lay underneath
With a red eye With the fallen leaves
Where snowflakes rest
On my chest
Their icy bed
The drift of
My regret
Is where I lay my winter head

And I′m stuck out in the snow
It's just me and the crow
That perch all alone
With a red eye burning through the night


It can′t be done anymore
The lanterns froze on shore
The ice is nipping
At my toes
And as I pause
To take in
Winters view
Rolling hills of ice
Rolling hills of lies
I keep on moving to keep out the night
With a red eye