Текст песни Kvesta - Entrails In The Snow

Rotten messages of chaos, of sorrow, of phantoms
The templated apparition fails to amuse every time

Yet, I wish upon you, inscrutiating pain
Bleeding to death in the snow, hold not on to life, let it go
Entrails in the snow marks murder, the killing of you

I take the knife and cut you again, the water of life runs down your chin
Your face is painted crimson red, the essence of life lies therein
The cold chilling mass is growing, the hour of winter has come
Your body will be found in the mountains, after life you’ve finally come home

Mocked me in my hour of glory
Ridiculed me (in my) crescendo of hope
Mocked me in my thirst for glory

A winter so cold destroys your life as you did mine
Your friends all abandoned you, and what did they find?
Backbiting, masked speech spread to the world
A cold spear impaled in your head
For the hateful things you said