Withering season
Vordr
A longing gaze
At the garden of stones
Frozen death
Has captured my cold heart
At the garden of stones
Frozen death
Has captured my cold heart
I know my end is at hand
This empty shell
Will soon kiss
The freezing soil of the north
I feel the wind
I hear the call
This wintry bleakness
Beckons me
I wonder
If there is life
When this torment comes to an end
I wonder
If I can feel
When I take my own life
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