straight inside your winter
elvenking
swears allegiance to its maids
on the prowl of loneliness
fake resistance to my art
offer my toil to the poet's tears
it's my black art to whisper in your ears
back to the days we embellished the rhymes
off to the gallery of my pains
every verse speaks for a thousand strains
cut the wrists of our bond to reality
embrace in sighs and despair
to connect the flames to the oceans of my soul
offer my toil to the poet's tears
it's my black art to whisper in your ears
back to the days we embellished the rhymes
off to the gallery of my pains
every verse speaks for a thousand strains
all screams and groans inside
a chest like a storm profound
bring me out in shackles to the mercy of the might
hit me with your contempt
i'll rejoice and shine so bright
let me introduce my gloom to the deepest of your fears
i want to cross your borders straight inside your winter
offer my toil to the poet's tears
it's my black art to whisper in your ears
back to the days we embellished the rhymes
off to the gallery of my pains
every verse speaks for a thousand strains
back to the days we embellished the rhymes
off to the gallery of my pains
every verse speaks for a thousand strains
all screams and groans inside
a chest like a storm profound