Lyrics
Somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts, remains of nature that s already dead, skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing
Skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing, this wind is corroding even the hardest rock
don t yield to fate
The child disowns his blood, now the wood of the cross is splintering Quarterer, bite your lips and stand up don t stop don t surrender
A thousand souls are one soul, will be so dark
You are the fire against the ice, your eyes see far
Don t scare anyone, your bodies are vibrating
remains of life ill and feeble
You can t lose yourself, somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts Dark, skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing
and forever that wind will be ruled by you
The mire of the bog is sticking on your tired arms, and forever that wind will be ruled by you
Don t try to find in the air the flight of doves or vultures, set your teeth and go on, a thousand souls are one soul
Not now that you feel you are so near, you are the fire against the ice Quarterer, have no expression no
in this time old man s mind don t teach anymore
and it will sweep the sand away
Bite your lips and stand up don t stop don t surrender, the putrid air doesn t let your breath is deep, don t yield to fate
and it will sweep the sand away
This wind is corroding even the hardest rock, you see are cold and old
Remains of life ill and feeble, your eyes see far
So near the light of the life, you can t lose yourself
Don t scare anyone, don t get it wrong Angels, don t get it wrong