Khors - Conscious Burning


Through thousands of invisible lakes
The power of cold possesses the mind
Only brave one knows and hears
Never feeling the time.

Breaking the edge, he is driven be power,
Burning his skin, his heart and his soul.
Pain, enforcing his efforts,
Memory of crystal pieces
And long dream some night.

Brains working without tireless,
Looking for the edged wiped off.
The wind blows off the pain of the trees,
The haw of a beast and the beat of a heart.

The power of cold covers the ground
Helplessly wood bows the branches
Falling deeply asleep
And helplessly flame is fading away.

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