North is cold, summer is late South is sorrow, surrounded by hate West is far, a dream you are creating East is here, and your fate is awaiting
"North is cold, summer is late South is sorrow, surrounded by hate West is far, a dream you are creating East is here, and your fate is awaiting"
Tulkojums: Candlemass. Voices In The Wind.
: "North is cold, summer is late South is sorrow, surrounded by hate West is far, a dream you are creating East is here, and your fate is awaiting"
