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.