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

From North

Her breath, so cold I can see the gray, steam on her lips
From North, from my home I can feel the wind, drying my eyes
And the drugs won´t never take me
To the will of happiness
Or to the sea of the silence
In the unknown forest of lost
We never meet good spirit
Who could lead us to sun

I hide my eyes from you
I move to another world
I hide my eyes from you
So I can’t see you, if I can’t have you.

Her touch, so cold I can feel the ice, passing my veins
Footsteps, I found out they fit in my shoes. Do I circle my way?
And I watch those arms of the time
And I see the lifetime just passing by
To the soil of the ground
If a thought could turn to the wind
Far whispers caught your mind
Being air what you breathe.

You’re the pain, I created
You’re my fate, I designed in
Take these dreams, far from me
Take these dreams, before they tear me apart. .

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