Thanatos
Apostolica
Thanatos
Anymore
Hopeless
Misery
Of an endless winter
Thanatos
Anymore
Innocence leading
To an endless winter
In nomine
He will be the one
Who purge the world
With his own scythe
Wandering
On the crude soil
All humanity
Falling at his touch
Of winter
Slowly proceed
On his scrawny pale horse
And you cannot flee
From his gentle touch
Thanatos
Anymore
Hopeless
Misery
Of an endless winter
Thanatos
Anymore
Innocence leading
To an endless winter
