#431854

Anonymous

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw3vOO4DbMQ

Icariota feat. Roman Kostrzewski – Celtycki Chłód (Celtic Coldness)

Touch of your lips
Awakens a fervour in me again
And expels somewhere away
Cold ghosts of evil times
Touch of your lips
Gives me joy, though I know,
The night is coming to an end.
Your magic whisper.

An axe on my throat,
I choke
And every thought hurts me,
It tears to you,
To be with you.

Although I am weak,
I carry myself,
Standing up again.
I know the taste of hard bread.

Celtic coldness pierce me
On lips frosty breath
And a fog covers snowy orchard.
I don’t see.
I’m alone.

~~
And inside me the wolf, like woody spectre in nocturnal sun of Yule festival,
Sacrificial smoke and tart wine.
Your son will not make a robes in Frey’s temple.
~~

By touch of a hand
You knocked me
And I fall from the heaven
I decay
On million words.

For ones a grief,
For the others home,
For the third fleet of foot horse.
I hold on,
Carry me through the glades.

Celtic coldness pierce me
On lips frosty breath
And a fog covers snowy orchard.
I don’t see.
I’m alone.

Celtic coldness pierce me
On lips frosty breath
And a fog covers snowy orchard.
I don’t see.
I’m alone.

Slavorum

7 User(s) Online Join Server
  • Fia
  • 'las
  • kony97
  • Tujev
  • jorgos
  • (o)possum tamer 🐀 (kris)