Why can′t the whitest snow
Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories?
Why can't the winds of north blow away
This chilling pain?
I pray upon the brightest stars
To give me force to run afar
From the source of this secret restless wrath
The dawn will soon arise
The morning rays of light will bring advice
Choose my fate
Please guide my own hate
Blood for all the tears
I shed since her demise
Blood for all the fears
That wake me in the dead of night
Blood for all the tears
The weeping that I hide
Written in the red mist
′Fore you shall bide
With hair as white as snow
A hermit walking on the path of throe
A reader of the runes
A master in the arts of night
Beyond the way lies a thriving star
A silhouette I see so far
A host that walks inside
This fog swinging untouched
The dawn will now arise
And all the ones at fault will soon apprise
Seal their fate
Anguish will abate
Blood for all the tears
I shed since her demise
Blood for all the fears
That wake me in the dead of night
Blood for all the tears
The weeping that I hide
Written in the red mist
Before you, I shall bide
Bide
Why can't the whitest snow
Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories?
Why can't the winds of north blow away
This chilling pain?
The dawn will soon arise
The morning rays of light will bring advice
Choose my fate (choose my fate)
Please guide my own hate
Blood for all the tears
I shed since her demise
Blood for all the fears
That wake me in the dead of night
Blood for all the tears
The weeping that I hide
Written in the red mist
Hear my clear advice
Blood for all the tears
I shed since her demise
Blood for all the fears
That wake me in the dead of night
Blood for all the tears
The weeping that I hide
Written in the red mist
Hear my grave advice
As above and so below
A hermit on the path of throe
A reader of the runes
A master of the black arts
Blood for all the tears
I shed since her demise
Written in the red mist
Feel my last advice
Writer(s): Davide Moras, Aydan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
