Through the haze of the fog
You can hear the breath of the grief
Souls of warriors are pa**ing away
Bringing suffering to the hearts
Red river carries sad news
The songs of birds cannot be heard
Silence hanging over gloomy wood
And the sun hezitating to rise
Life and light pa**ed away from this world
Having left the moans of sorrow
d**h-rattles and mothers' sobbings
Behing the ancient wood
Shadows of gods receive to their world
The souls of brave and eternal
Khors - Misery lyrics
Album Cold