The Gathering

The Gathering - On Most Surfaces lyrics

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The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see 

I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go 

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me 

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness 

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
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Author: The Gathering

Composer: ?

Publisher: Psychonaut Records, The Gathering

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Released in: 2008

Language: English

Appearing on: A Noise Severe (2007) , Nighttime Birds (1997)

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