Текст песни Immortal Souls - Winter Of My Discontent
Alas!
That I shall now die
Not for deed or belief;
All I've been is glory
Fear shall not embrace me
Behold!
That I'm not for this
Nor my mouth says of grief;
Kingdom for heartfelt love
Passed are all that was formal
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious by this sun of north;
All the clouds that lowered upon me
Are fallen and deep snow buried
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious by this sun of north;
Of forest that scent of pine refines
At heavens caress the white that alights
