Текст песни Winter's Gate, Pt. 3 - Insomnium
And
yet
it
wrings
me
Like
a
strange
cold
hand
And
yet
it
burns
me
Like
a
viper's
tongue
Better
it
would
be
To
lie
on
bed
of
silt
And
watch
the
moon's
face
From
under
the
waves
Better
it
would
be
To
rest
on
bed
of
mire
Inside
the
ocean's
womb
Dreaming
of
days
long
gone
1 Winter's Gate, Pt. 1
2 Winter's Gate, Pt. 7
3 Winter's Gate, Pt. 5
4 Winter's Gate, Pt. 4
5 Winter's Gate, Pt. 3
6 Winter's Gate, Pt. 2
7 Winter's Gate, Pt. 6
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