The Spotting

Malus

Through the blackest skies i move
The cold wind is blowing through my hair
Now my destination comes into view
Eery landscapes at this unknown location

Dark iced woods are waiting for me
The atmosphere - full of quietness
Here i perceive a mystical power
Lust fills me at this unholy place

Tracker

All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.