Lost Threads (Khors)

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.