The winds bring silent unrelenting voices Elite sharp blades from the heinous past Times that I try to grasp with my hands
And they walk away, unforgiving, with noble indifference As my soul freezes on the nocturnal threshold With the frost of the winds of pain
The man believed he knew evilness in worldly actions And he also believed that he could achieve peace in gold
But the wind told me of a harsh nature Of blades more cruel than human hatred Coming from distant forests of southern legends Melancholic and ineffable In a dark endless aeon
An eternal ubiquitous present Abandoned in the chests of the unconscious That preserve the ancient pride of the race And that I feel beating in my blood
As the frozen wind sings its song to me Of bloodstained steel and primordial coldness
Daggers piercing my beating heart Blades more cruel than human hatred My soul was frozen forever...
Subordinate to the stellar wind guide Unveiling the falseness of creation And the lies inoculated by the cursed race Since before matter exists
In older wars than myths and continents In times of stronger and ruthless beasts Now my spirit has transcended The same cruelty of Being...
A contempt grows blacker than the Night Sun I sharpen an edge more cruel than all hatred in the heart mortals...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
