Cold In The Night Beyond Death
The Cross (Doom Metal)
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art I warm’d both hands before the fire of life It sinks; and I am ready to depart
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art I warm’d both hands before the fire of life It sinks; and I am ready to depart