War Victim (Legenda Aurea)

Wintertide has begun The wind is whispering of evaporated hope As I lie here On the icecold ground Drowning in my blood Drowning in desperateness Far from here, I see a light Let myself fall, set my fist Lost are the times of heroic deeds Only disorder an death remained Faith is gone Everything plunges into darkness And I wait until I fade away Far from here, I see a light Let myself fall, set my fist