Текст песни Мегамасс - Пролог

Snow is falling slowly
27th, February
It's simple: a man loved
Another whispered, "I'm sorry."

The lantern is burning yellow
Like a conventional sign.
The boy in the gatehouse is sleeping
In the palm of his penny.

The small gate creaks,
Will go out to the old yard,
It will be quiet for a moment
The shutter will echo.

The cold sings bitterly
The dog in the kennel is breaking.
Nobody needs me,
Not on horseback or on foot

All ships to the pier
And while the ice is thin
There is a chance, but a well-aimed shot
Will save you from me.