Khors Lost Threads
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
