Angels are lost in the sooted fog Of a million falling dots on a disc of mud All the closets forgotten All the lakes are frozen
Well, if internal winter If internal snow I'll have a Turkish Delight I've got the freeze They offer me holy wine It gets me through the night
The moon lingers on and shines down Upon the shroud that covers both the living and the dead Of a forgotten empire Better kneel, better kneel down Before the lady Shadowing the sun
And if eternal winter If eternal snow I'll have a Turkish Delight I've got the freeze They offer me holy wine It's get me through the night
Everybody's hungry for more and more and more Even though they know that Maugrim is at the door Everybody thought they could make it on their own But I've seen them turn into stone
Everybody thought they could make it on their own But I've seen them turn into stone
