Swallow The Sun - Descending Winters - PTB табы

Out from the north into the south
 Winter turned his frozen mouth
 Tearing down the voices of living
 Leaving bodies buried in ice
 
The wrath of distant clouds
 And the weeping of the ground, it will come
 Cold wind carries the voice of doom
 Singing songs for the damned
 
Descending winters for all lands
 All hope is gone in his hands
 Out from the north into the south
 Winter turned his frozen mouth
 
Slaying the oceans and darkening the sun
 With little breeze, it will come
 Enormous tide of burning cold storms
 He will cleanse the land with single breath
 
Descending winters for all lands
 All hope is gone in his hands
 Out from the north into the south
 Winter turned his frozen mouth
 
No shelter can save us now
 As the winds come roaring
 There is no place to hide
 The final season is close at hand
 Taste the air so silent, it will come...
 
Descending winters for all lands
 All hope is gone in his hands
 Out from the north into the south
 Winter turned his frozen mouth