A cold wind blows
on mountains of the north
through the trees' branches
like hands to the sky
old forest
protecting an ancient knowledge
In this desolate place
time seems never pass
I vague in the remotest minds
through fear and madness
Alone with my troubles
the dusk embrace me
wrapped from the fog
that grows under my feet
In this desolate place
time seems never pass
I vague in the remotest minds
through fear and madness
From the deepest of my soul
the anger grows in me
trying to suffocate it
I can feel it on my neck
