The shadows on the wall, that creeps up from behind. Abandon sanity, (when) it penetrates your mind. Whispers in the night, that makes the heart beat fast. A breath upon your neck, will this minute be your last? Just vague memories of unfinished dreams, in the end maybe nothing's what it seems? A scent of snow in the air, the silent season is approaching. Covers everything under the shining sun, leaves this earth white and pure.