Frost Bite

Shows: Merch: Photo by Donna Ferrato LP coming soon What Kind of marvel could heal, My hardly steering heels Here, no more crucifix or naves But cypress are standing Trapped in the claws of the bear And I wonder, Will all things be empty again All things empty again Bare hands with my winter fears Cold til it burns Youll be blowing away the frost bites When well return What Kind of marvel could heal, My hardly steering heels Here, no more crucifix or naves Cypress are standing