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country-poland track from the -When I Cut the Throat -full album 2003 lyrics A journey in a dream so clear Frost and snowfall all around Neverending lust of inversion of reality I emigrated from inside the spoiled moments Shameful mob that doesn’t know the truth Far from the virtues I had known My scorn towards them reaches the clouds in which emptiness dwells A dream of the realm of wisdom, where no traitor dwells Over the mountains and thick mist The smell of death lingers I reach one hand up into the face of the clouds And the other one towards the mountains… I can’t find the meaning! Far into the depth of the heart of the being Find the ashes of the ancestors, Sprinkled like galactic dust They pave the path of my existence and the wisdom of life At the depths of night stars fall down It’s a sign for us to awake and walk the path paved by eternity
