Cold trails, long roots
Xen omm
From north
Nemo ante mortem beatus
Nostromo
Siberia
The cradle
Things that made the pain
Wagons
Waves of insanity
Burning black
At the gates
Ten years
The Ground
Sunset of west

Cold trails, long roots

Black leather wings, dark my path along the misty way
like a poison cloud it flees above my head.
Painting to air depressive map into the long lost life
and those memories are too deep to fade away.

Against my will, I follow flight into the darkest woods
to the place, that’s beyond the sight of light.
Cold trails, long roots that never ends.
When I turn, I’m at the line insanity…and I smile…

Feed me more whip o´god
Show all the rage in u
Taste me full range of load
Strike on as hard u can.

All cracks remains in the crystal game we’re living in
with the fate, thou wont let us be alone.
It tries to get charge, searching neck unsheltered with the nails
of pain. Searching neck unsheltered with the rope of lie

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