Complex patchwork of leaves
Hidden behind the borders of trees
The moon shines stronger than a nuclear blow
And the snow is slowly falling
Down
Struck, the tunnel twist and turns
Sacred creatures of a lost world
Turning and twisting
Nothing can exist here int his cold place of a desolate location
Never-ending source of energy
The realms of the anti-christ
And the snow is slowly falling
Down
Struck, the tunnel's mist burns
Profane creatures of a mundane world
Destroying and obliterating
Life gone, the trees faded away
Meaning gone as the leaves are just atoms of unknown kind
Bound to worthlessness
And the snow is no more
No more
