Machiavel - Black Snow

Short is life, to break our days, we make mistakes, the dream is over!
So bright is the truth, we won't lose, over and over

Black snow's falling, like a veil on earth

The real thrill, of their lies feed wars anyway, the world is blind
I feel it so fragile, when September winds, blows my mind

Cold nights are on the way, to take away all each other
All the fears are there to show that the devils grow with one another

The real thrill of their lies feed wars anyway, the world is blind
I feel it so fragile, when September winds, blow my mind

Black snow's falling, like a veil on me

The real thrill of their lies feed my innocence, the world is blind
I feel it so fragile, when September winds, blows my mind
The real thrill of their lies feed my innocence, is the world just blind?