Winter Shaker (исполнитель: Woven Hand)
The circle is vicious of Thoughts altogether vain Haunted by battles lost Still living on Idian land I clap my dirty hands Given over to self and left To own devices quaking in the person All his glory All his glory Deep devotion At the bottom of the sea Iniquity goes down like water I have been staff [bad word] By a finger in the sand All his glory All his glory This circle is vicious Spoken behind the hand It is the storm That brought me in Hallelujah Hallelujah