The Frozen Sword of Midnight

All these thousand deaths of promises

Are but one to form our waste, our torture

Our vast impotense, our deepest abyss within

The frozen sword of midnight

Into the last gleams of the dying light

The cries are emplifying

And that obscure nostalgy of what once was

We are all lost

The wind rises in the emptiness

To clean the unpure will of men

The wind that blew away the ages

The frozen sword of midnight

The strongest, the coldеst

We are all lost now

Awaiting the total darknеss over the earth

All these million eyes so aggrieved, so cold

From the land under, beholding a bloodred sky

Our numb existence, our deepest failure

The frozen sword of midnight

Our time has come