What it feels like to leave the land Yet to make no move at all To eradicate what was the nature, Make harmony never to be found To batter yesterday into the ground So in the summerfrost it congeals Thus simplicity lies mosscovered Despite the storming wind As sun revolved and winters went by In ashes the memory slept Our blood was to fertilize the land But it froze in the wintersun It stands still never to be warmed up As to winners history belongs Our arms were chopped off The wounds burned to fumigate Though left to remember The lifelong winter burns within With its birds of soil and trees of clay With its crosses, the bread and wine Its foundries and individual divine Baptism of blood and baptism of sweat What once was sacred so perished in flames Now with birthmarks of regret We dry in the wintersun Gasping for breeze We choke on fumes insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
