Lost Threads

Khors

Sometimes I feel myself living at the back of beyond 
 Beyond the light, beyond the reason 
 When nerves do not feel the rush of the wind 
 When the rustle of grass can't be heard. 

 Worms gnaw my skin, 
 Worms gnaw my soul. 
 Roots covers my members 
 And pull me in depths of the womb of the Earth. 

 Dawn is openings the gates of life, 
 Opening the heights of barrows 
 Dawn is openings the gates of life, 
 Revealing secrets of the wood. 

 The face of an idol in the reflections of the light 
 Plunging into shadow and cold 
 Leaving for eternity and oblivion.


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