Hateful souls leaving tracks, keeping the smell of carrion The crops rot, the rivers stink, the sorrow feeds the inner void The grey smoke covers the Sun turning the days into darkness This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
Maybe wind will bring hope back, but until then only gloom remains Maybe wind will blow this grief away, but until then we wait very quiet This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
