Bora

Winter's coming And 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 Her desperation. Many ages have pa*sed And she's always alone, Never forgetting the misfit, Yearning ravenous For the killer's ruin. Thout bora infuse your shining gaze, We'll be your cut-throat sons.