Posmrtna Liturgija

Realms Of Eternal Snow

Posmrtna Liturgija


Eternal snows call me! 
Deepest, coldest your realms are 
For years I have waited this moment 
Glorious kingdom waits untouched 

As I wait the time passes 
A night slowly falls 
In mountain's forest alone 
Wind brings before my eyes 
Pictures of life, memories 
Long lost, pale and gone 
Visions of eternal winter 
Ice cold sunbath from above 

Endless landscape shows 
Immortal land so cold 
Fields aslept in winter 
Covered with clear snow.