Kathaarsys - Portrait Of Wind And Sorrow

Текст:

I cross over the description of misery
and I don´t need to say no more

I found the beginning of the path
while in the edge distant of the night emerged
the wintry whisper of sorrow

I go to the north searching for the thickness
of the ocean icy of death
I have walked towards the inscrutable shadows of the black wizard
and I have only known the bitter taste of agony

The depth of the abyss has left me finding out,
destined for seek answers,
in the vast harvest of sadness

In the boundaries of the black cold stormy
the machines of the dawn
have created the dismal melody of the rain

The representation of blood
flows towards the mountains

The wind crosses the unarmed face
of the dark ground
While we hollow out in the human grief
the mystic aura of the dead river involve us

The presence be done tactile
The spectre recognizes our spirit
and the rotten sap of the doubt

In a unknown place they sacrificed the threshold
in the name of time
near the lonely wolf

Through the suffering hear the howl of the death
in the bowels of the forest

The wickedness appears amongst the eternals
The flesh dwell in the eye of the black twilight
And the path leads to the tree

Under the moon I have verified the vastness of the firmament
and the humbleness of our empire

The way seemed ephemeral then like now
From the shelter of the white poplar
we hear the dreadful scream
of who don´t thinks in the empty of life
but in the empty of death

The spring has lost
I go to the cold for watch the mountains
of the past

Near to the runnig waters I take off my spirit
and I walk