Original lyrics

EN

Trapped in storms of freezing rain Cries of grief like hailstones fall Everywhere we turn from pain Through this land of hate we crawl Salvation's forgotten you Oh! Gluttonous sons of men Diminish to obscurity Deep within this devil's den Godspeed me to the wolves that greet me (Oh reaper) I pray these dark swords do take me. The more that I search - the less I find The more that I thirst - it's on my mind I can't forget your touch - it feels so cold inside Can never get enough - never satisfied