Moan Of The Grief (Khors)

In the mist of cold gloom You can hear the moan of the grief Illusive shadows of the past Suffocating smell of fume. Salty taste of blood, lacerations Neigh of horses, breath of death. Sunbeams burnt the souls The earth was suffering human flesh The wind carried away agonal rattles, Loud shouts, furious moans The flocks of birds of pray were spinning around in the sky Life and death become as one. In the darkness of the night You can hear the moan of grief Fury of feebleness, painful rattles Moans of the burnt earth, divine sobbings