Põhjast - The Man from the Past lyrics

The venom of thought is sharper than swords One word may well destinies mould One glance or a purposeful frown may suffice For the terminal act to unfold The vile ones consider you overly vile The worthless have doubt in your worth The people entrapped in the furnace of hell Curse you deeper yet into the earth Your birth is your fault, your loyalty – sin No place in this world is your home A wanderer, thirsty, forsaken and lost This desert you're destined to roam As an anchor you fall and are left thus to hang – left to hang, void of warmth and of life Like a sun upon vacuum you'll finally set To the bosom of slow-thawing ice You are followed by clouds that blacken the sky And, before they begin to ascend Will pour down all their earnest and venomous tears As if mourning the d**h of a friend