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