The Winter of Soul

Lets make his light a little weak 
I will not wake you, but we can fall into this 

It's Curdled now… 
All this Blood in your face doesn't shine anymore 
All that desire that lies in our souls 
Spitting from myself 
And your screams now echoes 

I'm the mirror of god 
Use his light to show my face 
But he only sees himself 
But he only can love himself 

Now into the prostitute 
I'm the winter that are living alone 
Who crosses the sea 
Beyond the trees 
I'm the way of your feeling of 
Seeking the tombs of fate 
Searching in your freezing face 
Lickin' this final step 
I 'm the winter of soul 

Lets make his light a little weak 
I will not wake you, but we can fall into this 
Let me introduce myself 
My name is fear….i can use your arms against yourself….feel better??