The Waking Cold -

The morning lights cast on my face

The waking cold leaves me in pain

I begin my journey into this frozen world

Oh, lord is this my heaven?

I awake now lost in fog

Dark spirits embrace me

They speak the words of encouragement

It’s too cold, I’m numb

And I can’t go.

to the lights

It’s like a violent sea thrashing and drowning me

I cry out to God, «I can’t believe in you»

There is too much hate in his heart for me

I cry out to God, «I can’t believe in you»

There is too much hate in his heart for me

The morning lights cast on my face

The waking cold leaves me in pain

I begin my journey into this frozen world

Oh, lord is this my heaven?

I rest my head upon earth

I hear its words wilted in misery

I cherish the old times

When we walked with gods and wondrous beasts

In the waking cold

I cry out to God, «I can’t believe in you»

There is too much hate in his heart for me

I cry out to God, «I can’t believe in you»

There is too much hate in his heart for me

On this day, the old ghosts sit and gaze at me

And laugh at the hope of my mind

On this day, the old ghosts sit and gaze at me

And laugh at the hope of my mind

Mind…

I rest my head upon earth, wilted in misery

I cherish the old times

When we walked with gods and wondrous beasts

In the awaking of the cold