So mourning turns to rage, as dusk to darkness and the summers fade
The coldest hate, sets in for the things that I can't change
So mourning turns to rage, as dusk to darkness and the summers fade
The coldest hate, sets in for the things that I can't change
It's hard to feel afraid, consumed by cold and pain
Do you feel afraid, or do you feel the same
You think I'm angry
I'll show you angry