Vārdi:
My Dying Bride The Snow In My Hand

not from you or your father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can't bear all this pain. I had watched the snow all

Tulkojums: Mana Miršana Bride. Sniega In My Hand.

oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black