Cold - Winterhorde

I am the wind, that howls in water spouts

And hides in tress

I am the swish of falling on the ground

Brown maple leaves

Like a restless child, who fears to walk alone

These somber streets

I’m back again to the place where I belong

But no one’s there to answer my «Hello»

And nothing left, but a fierce October cold

Cold is the earth for the vermin

Cold is the earth for those, who are from below

One shot for courage, another for the road

The night is dark and cold, excitement overload

Shadows are growing in the Opera House hall

The time is running low, the time to start the show

As eleven times in row

Ancient clock rang on the wall

Five dozens, dressed as one

Has appeared like ghastly swarm

Take their seat and warm the hands

Grand orchestra of the dead

Chattering teeth, they cry for warmth

It’s too cold for them on Earth

Light the candles and decor

Let them burn for evermore

Cold is the Earth for the vermin

Cold is the Earth for those, who are from below