Dragging an urn full of snow with me on every path I tread
The stench of decaying memory
And repeating thoughts of dread
The rot of reminiscence is just like the picking of a scab
The acid in the vomit bares no resemblance
To the meal that was had
On pathways storm obscured
Where orange blaze peers through
The pleasure of a taste of poison
Before illness must be endured
Thumbing through memories of timеs long passed
The sweetness long fadеd, only bitterness will last
Kalde tårer faller ned fra himmelen en vinternatt
De skjaerer inn I bevisstheten som glasskår
Sårene vil alltid forbli åpne med den smertefulle sannheten
At vårt bilde av paradis er knust
These memories thought immortalized
Melt into disfigured visages of the truth
The mad prophet’s scripture forever lacking proof
The ever changing world unsure of all we’ll lose
The autumn snow brings no solace in a world
We know is doomed
Nothing cold can stay
In the world of rot and decay
The end times underway
Nothing cold can stay
