ColdWorld
EP • 2018
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
This track is instrumental.
Trees on the horizon Harbingers of destiny Longing for your bones An image of a dream The third one for the slaughterer Eight of fourteen are already there A door of stone, an empty home Your initials painted in blood The fourth one was feeding the flames Released from a golden cage The flames took the colours The oils have faded to grey The ashes in a coffin Floating on the waves Towards the horizon Towards the end
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
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