The northern wind still whispers soft through forests buried deep in white. Once only silence ruled this place, now distant thunder splits the night. The mountains watch without a sound as fire swallows all the snow. And every frozen breath becomes a prayer that no one else will know. I CANNOT FEEL THE COLD ANYMORE I CANNOT HEAR THE SCREAMS THE WORLD HAS BURNED TO ASHES AND DEATH HAS ENTERED MY DREAMS NO LIGHT WILL EVER REACH THIS LAND NO DAWN WILL END THE NIGHT ONLY SNOW FALLS THROUGH THE SMOKE WHERE ONCE THERE WAS LIFE Through shattered streets they wander slow, their faces lost in endless grey. Bodies move like empty shadows, with nothing left for them to say. Burning tanks illuminate the ruins like a funeral pyre. And every step through frozen blood leads deeper still into the fire. I CANNOT FEEL THE COLD ANYMORE I CANNOT HEAR THE SCREAMS THE WORLD HAS BURNED TO ASHES AND DEATH HAS ENTERED MY DREAMS NO LIGHT WILL EVER REACH THIS LAND NO DAWN WILL END THE NIGHT ONLY SNOW FALLS THROUGH THE SMOKE WHERE ONCE THERE WAS LIFE The fjords reflect the burning sky, the mountains slowly turn away. Even the ancient winter itself cannot wash the dead away. When morning reaches these ruins, the snow will hide the final scars. And beneath the frozen silence we will remember who we are. I CANNOT FEEL THE COLD ANYMORE I CANNOT HEAR THE SCREAMS THE WORLD HAS BURNED TO ASHES AND DEATH HAS ENTERED MY DREAMS NO LIGHT WILL EVER REACH THIS LAND NO DAWN WILL END THE NIGHT ONLY SNOW FALLS THROUGH THE SMOKE WHERE ONCE THERE WAS LIFE
