1. COLD DAYS OF YORE

Way beyond
This great
Gray walls
Far beyond
Every land we know
The death
Has walked the Earth

In a pale long coat
Which they call December
I call it desolation
In its purest form

Something for
We strangely long

Take a look
Into the void of yore
The flesh was burned
The limbs were torned
In the name of the ancient lores

In emptiness
We die
We are the ones
Who face the night