Cold Runs the River - Borknagar

Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood.

The old signs quiver and my mind-mountain releases a flood.

A life nerve in a barren era,

Raised by the heat of the sun.

I drink its potion from well and caldera.

Through earth-veins it flows, forming a canyon.

Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones.

The cabals of eternity burn in the night.

As the watercourse that rinses all stones,

Unify my path with the river site.

Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood.

Groundwater recharge, blood pumping heart.

Circulatory systems refined.

Streams of wonder, where my torrent starts.

Time and motion aligned.

Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones.

The cabals of eternity burn in the night.

As the watercourse that rinses all stones,

Unify my path with the river site.

As the river of time and nature’s crown.

Face season’s last breath and the final exploration.

As the river of time and nature’s crown.

Face season’s last breath and the final exploration.

The surface is numb, blood slows down.

Frozen landscape, human deterioration.

Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood.

The old signs quiver and my mind-mountain releases a flood.

As the river of time and nature’s crown.

Face season’s last breath and the final exploration.

Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones.

The cabals of eternity burn in the night.