Khors - Cold

Текст песни

Trees are caught be ice, frozen wood asleep
The stars are cold, cold are the thorns of Heaven
The wisdom are endless, stars are old
It is so lonely and cold
Through the wounds of the space
Ice cold wind carries the song of the past
Stones in the ice, frozen rocks are asleep
Dreams are cutting the wounds — memories of past
Anciense, eternity and endless cold