Letra de The Horrid Strife
Life is for dread For doom that darkens, and the Sunderers That sunder us from each other Strip us and destroy us, and break us down Torn down by dismembering autumnThe Horrid Strife The Horrid Strife The Horrid StrifeTill not a vestige is left And black winter leaves no trace of any vital bloomThe Horrid Strife The Horrid Strife The Horrid Strife The Horrid Strife The Horrid Strife