Memories of life, times lost in my mind
Ages of a forgotten existence, so far now
Dusty shells of pictures buried by years
Tell me who I am
Tell me how to see my dawn...
Were we born to struggle and suffer?
Happiness is a short while
Where we forget to be humans
Hate is only a waste of time
The cold is growing, end of days
Hold my body and take me far away
Far away from this grave of frost
We must enjoy these moments of inhumanity
Before they take our dream away.
...Entombed By Winter...