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.