Текст песни Appalachian Winter - Lost Amongst Endless Snow

Cold, frozen landscape, a throne of horror widening, image through the soul, weakening hope.

Life is a fire that won’t burn forever.
It freezes, it fades.
Hope is the curse of the individual.
It dies with him.
Fear is the individual’s lust for life.
Paralyzing, it kills.
Nature is a mother who eats her own young,
Without care.

Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading.
Soul and body falls to the ground.

Remember the seasons of temperate grace?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain.
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds,
But a February breeze can kill.

Winter is a beast that tortures the strong,
And kills the weak.
Cold are the devils that walk this dark time,
They, who bite and sting.
Snow is the blanket of a world at rest.
It smothers, it chills.
Winter is the beast that renews the land,
And kills the weak.

I am lost, and have become weak.