In Winter Songtext
von Doomraiser

The shade and the torment
Dogged feelings.
The fear of the world
The cry of man
Leisure.

The dullness of the empty days
In our own consciousness.

Regrets as worms
Pride in the soul.
Now! The disenchantment of the Earth
Just a few tears
Just a few pale lights.


In winter
Fog in the house
The wind is the Master.

The monotonous sounds of the rain
The frantic laugh of the children playing at home
The moaning regret of a ding old man
Just a few heavy breaths in the houses
In winter.

The dullness of the empty days
In our own consciousness.
In winter
Fog in the house
The wind is the Master.