Текст песни
Sky like bruised iron
Sun a dead coin
Ash on the snowdrifts
Breath turns to stone
Morning is rusted
Crows choke on frost
Steps crack the silence
Every echo lost
Smoke from the chimneys
Curls
Then snaps
Frozen mid-torment
Falls in shards to the tracks
Black winds crown the ashen world
Howling hunger
Tearing sky
Dark winter days
The hours rot
Every village eye gone blind
Black winds crown the ashen world
Grinding marrow into dust
On this season’s buried tongue
Every prayer tastes of rust
Children stop laughing
Teeth too numb to gnash
Candles burn sideways
Spitting oily ash
Icicles splinter
Shaped like claws
Scratching the windows
Like teeth on bone
Hear it crawl beneath the snow
Some think old the hates the light
Every drift a swollen grave
Every field a bitten sky
Black winds crown the ashen world
Howling hunger
Tearing sky
Dark winter days
The hours rot
Every village eye gone blind
Black winds crown the ashen world
Grinding marrow into dust
On this season’s buried tongue
Every prayer tastes of rust
Hooves in the hollows
Pale fires on the hill
Shadows stand taller
Than the churchyard will
Tongues made of cinders
Eyes like open kiln
They drink the last daylight
From the cracked horizon’s rim
They walk through the chapels
Leave footprints of ash
Scratch their crooked psalms
Into shattered stained glass
Step by step
On broken stone
They claim the fields
They claim the bones
Name by name
From frozen lips
They peel the faith
From fingertips
Over the ridgeline
Banner of smoke
Serpents of darkness
In the chimneys choke
Wolves learn new voices
Growl in foreign tongues
Every howl a summons
Every echo young
Roadside shrines all face one way
Turned from where the mornings rose
Now they point to iron clouds
Where that bleeding planet glows
Black winds crown the ashen world
Shriek and stagger through the pines
Dark winter days
The clocks collapse
All the hours split like spines
Black winds crown the ashen world
Thrones of ice on rotting earth
Satanic creatures take the land
Salt the soil of every birth
Talons in the furrows
Snakes in every well
Frostbite on the steeple
Where the iron angels fell
They carve their sigils
In the harvest stone
Every furrow branded
Every root dethroned
They rise
They rise
From the pit of the permafrost
They feed
They feed
On the warmth that the world forgot
They march
They march
Under veils of grinding sleet
They sing
They sing
In a tongue that corrodes the teeth
Black winds crown the ashen world
Breath of sulfur
Taste of knives
Dark winter days
Devotion cracks
Like glass around our lives
Black winds crown the ashen world
Every river stiff and black
Satanic creatures plant their flags
In the hollows of our backs
