This is beautiful morning of day

Birds are singing their symphonies today

Flowers are awakening again

but look my into my misery and face so pale



come darkest winter

sun burns my skin



My soul was born... torn!

but I don't have needs for pity

of summersun and white purity

pure darkness is only place to be

there's thousand seekers

who search for satan

those who found are here with me

there's thousand seekers

who search something more than we are

those who found are here with me



season...



Give me a reason why i have to stay

show me how much there's time me to pray

darkness is paradise

beside I don't even need your advice



sweer darkest winter

came to me...