Skin

Hateful souls leaving tracks, keeping the smell of carrion
The crops rot, the rivers stink, the sorrow feeds the inner void
The grey smoke covers the Sun turning the days into darkness
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin

Maybe wind will bring hope back, but until then only gloom remains
Maybe wind will blow this grief away, but until then we wait very quiet
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin
This misfortune causes my wounds and I can feel all this pain on my skin