Black Snow

Dust Is What Remains

The Season To Come


In The Hands Of Morpheus

Darken My Day

Black Snow
Words: E. Mazzucco
Music: C. Chermaz

An archangel from the void of our world
Germinated in my darkest age
Searching for the arcanum of all my days
She burns all my fears away
To melt the iced walls that uneasiness built in my body
To steal the crown of thorns that hurts my ego
"No one ever got here yet"
Said I in state of confusion
My feelings and your eyes forgot to meet each other until now
Don't worry Black Snow

I'll blow the winds of euphoria in your veins
I'll bite the hands of your pain
To flee from this original misadventure
Born without sin and ever paid with blood
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