Amongst the endless narrows
i make my way through the cliffs
pay my respect to the old gods
in honour of the spirits of the past
the demoralization of civilization
that is at war with reality
on the verge of self-destruction
living with some kind of deathwish
confidently but slowly
we're on our way in to the desert storm
Amongst the endless narrows
i make my way throuch the cliffs
pay my respect to the old gods
in honour of the spirits of the past
from under the tomb we will face our doom
that has fed our insanity
on the verge of self-destruction
Living with some kind of deathwish
confidently but slowly
we're on our way in to the desert storm
with winter as a counterweight
I only walk around here in the night
to regain my spiritual strength
so pure, so cold.
with thunder and lightning as a wake-up call
i can feel the fire burning inside
We all know what is done is done
Do not mind the failures
They are my headlights in the frozen rain.
I pay my respect to the old gods.
Try to catch my breath
wandering in to the wild
away from civilization.
away from the desert storm.
with winter as the counterweight