Полный текст песни Snowing still - Rotting Christ

all my dreams
take me backwards
i can see
a little child
his mother
in black
what a pleasure
touched by death
snow falls
cover the dead
cold doesn't
touch her
ice melts
as the warm tears fall
kissing the dead brother
and it's snowing still
in a lake of white
swans stare
at their direction
sad they live