Cold Twilight of the Worlds

Old Wainds

Compositor: Old Wainds

Thoughts travel to the cold deserts of decay
To the severe and forgotten lands of snows
Where's no place to living things
Snows,that will cover the corpse

Nearby one strange place
Where ancient gods perform rituals
At the forgotten granite mountainsides
You hear groans of those whose suffered

The world is falling apart because of their contemptation
And the moon has shed cold as before
The mist has glittered with silence of night
And planets have grown blind in the star blizzard

Do you hear cries?
In wail of the wind!

Immence and awesome horror
Arrives in the silence
Of the arctic chiffs
Skies strike with horror,
The world is falling apart because of their contemptation