Текст песни Concious Burning

Through thousands of invisible lakes The power of cold posseses the mind Only brave one knows and hears Never feeling the time. Breaking the edge, he is driven be power, Burning his skin, his heart and his soul. Pain, enforcing his efforts, Memory of crystal pieces And long dreamsome night. Brains working without tireness, Looking for the edged wiped off. The wind blows off the pain of the trees, The hawl of a beast and the beat of a heart. The power of cold covers the ground Helplessly wood bows the branches Falling deeply asleep And helplessly flame is fading away.