Vader - North: lyrics de la chanson

(Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek)
North is not just a geographical coordinate (even it may well be one in a
world of hurt),
but also the state of mind and soul, in which whiteness, solitude,
cold and desolation all merge into one.

I cut myself and still hurt
Grey pain still reminds
There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory
For those who freeze their lives behind

Following the wrong god I have been
Lusting for knowledge of the cold

North is closing down on me
At high noon and here

Fever, the northern lights of soul
Keeps driving thoughts to the pole
The fields of silence from my soul
Chilled neon blood in my mouth
The black clock makes tours of time
As I spend my days between the stations

North is closing down on me