paroles de chanson Natal Day - Tulus

Benighted scene by the darkened lake
In the gloomfull, dispiriting black
Born from a mother not awake
Blood is the solitary track

Knife like rain in cuttings wind
Lashed against a dying mother's face
The owls sighed, the reaper grinned
Human scent, so easily traced

Harvester of the dead
Inescapably led
To her inalterable bed

Left on the soaked moss, her male child
Attracting the creatures of the woods
Some in fury, some beguiled
Greed gave triumph to the wolf

Taken to the damp and noisome lair
Fed on the flesh from his mater
Sleeping and waking, unaware
Evermore faithful, but a traitor

Cold, appalled, awaken
Never meant to be taken
By the harvester of the forsaken