Circle of Ouroborus - The Frozen Flare | Текст песни

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• Circle of Ouroborus
• The Frozen Flare

The world is turning, reaching its end
And the end is moaning, birthing the cold

Scarred skin transforming,
The frozen flare, sleepwalking

I stand in silence, the brother of trees
We drop our garments, naked we dream

Scarred skin transforming,
The frozen flare, sleepwalking

Night frost is melting, sliding away
I'm still standing, finding the way

Pathways like veins, desecrated landscape
Needle nails of the trees, acrid wine of the wintry grapes

This wind is carving my flesh like a knife
Roots, barks and branches, the nature's might

Here on the highest mountain with the highest birches
I'm awake and observing, waiting for the end to come