Lyrics ストレート・インサイド・ユア・ウィンター - Elvenking
Devoid
of
life,
lost
and
glum
Silence
devours
flair,
swears
allegiance
to
its
maids
On
the
prowl
of
loneliness
To
germinate
with
harsh,
fake
resistance
to
my
art
Accept
my
soul
Offer
my
toll
to
the
poet′s
tears
Caress
my
heart
It's
my
black
art
to
whisper
in
your
ears
Back
to
the
days
we
embellished
the
rhymes
Off
to
the
gallery
of
my
pains
Embody
the
spirit,
this
art
of
mine
Every
verse
speaks
for
a
thousand
strains
Ornaments
of
agony
Cut
the
wrists
of
our
bond
to
reality
Embrace
in
sighs
and
despair
To
connect
the
flames
to
the
oceans
of
my
soul
Accept
my
soul
Offer
my
toll
to
the
poet′s
tears
Caress
my
heart
It's
my
black
art
to
whisper
in
your
ears
Back
to
the
days
we
embellished
the
rhymes
Off
to
the
gallery
of
my
pains
Embody
the
spirit,
this
art
of
mine
Every
verse
speaks
for
a
thousand
strains
All
screams
and
groans
inside,
not
a
single
sigh
A
chest
like
a
storm
profound
(roaring
melancholy)
Bring
me
out
in
shackles
to
the
mercy
of
the
might
Hit
me
with
your
contempt,
I'll
rejoice
and
shine
so
bright
Let
me
introduce
my
gloom
to
the
deepest
of
your
fears
I
want
to
cross
your
borders
straight
inside
your
winter,
dear!
Accept
my
soul
Offer
my
toll
to
the
poet′s
tears
Caress
my
heart
It′s
my
black
art
to
whisper
in
your
ears
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