Waking up
Bitten by the cold burn
Pins and needles

Hunger devours you
From the inside
crawling body
In pieces

Here rings a warning 
For all this days of wrath & sin  [bad word] on boy 
Through the burned trees and the dancing snow [bad word] on boy 
Bring the fire in the pale morning
When vultures descend to feed 

Here rings a warning 
For all this days of wrath & sin 

The past is a fading light
And these ghosts, they stretch for miles
Remembrances disappeared while I speak
This evening sleeps in cinder & tears [bad word] on boy 
Through the burned trees and the dancing snow [bad word] on boy 
Bring the fire in the pale morning
When Vultures descend to feed