2018.04.02.
Keratokonus
The ice is melting a bit more with every stepBagpipes play, the crowd
keeps marching while dreaming
Dream about warm southern country was stolen
like legends say and now it's come back
If they give up, they will be able just curse
According to the tales there'll be allowed to drink
To all on the side of old gods, those without a face nor name
Which fight agsinst everybody in the sound of hundred of horns
Kissed by the fire, betrayed by the snow
The crowd keeps standing, look into the far away distance
You'll see the longest and the highest wall
The baptism is what is going to happen
You'll colour this day into shade of dark red
Kissed by the fire, betrayed by the snow
In black armour men hit the alarm
They're scared, but you won't feel a fear
It stabs deeper, sometimes deeper than the swords
It makes them not able to move and they'll sleep forever
You do have a chance, you really impress me
My crow is milking me and many rumors
The wound in my heart is never going to heal
The snow tastes like a betrayal, tell me the truth, who you really are!
The snow tastes like blood, it's not the first time you lie about it!
Thousands of words sound in the wind, thousands of heads fall asleep, thousends of lips won't tell anything, many lights darken.