Winter comes in autumn
Winds’re blowing right through your face
Seasons change the way we knew not of
… whilst this one comes at night
Winter comes in autumn
Winds’re blowing right through your face
Like it has never been before
… whilst seasons change with time
Winter comes in autumn
Winds’re blowing right through your face
Seasons change the way we knew not of
… whilst this one comes at night
Winter comes in autumn
Winds’re blowing right through your face
Like it has never been before
… whilst seasons change with time
These storms we painted in bloodred
They soar in mangling emptiness
(Moaning and) loathing in a harmful way
They keep on killing me












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