Crows of Agartha - Cold in the Land of Broken Souls Lyrics

In a land of broken souls, the song of the birds is the voice of the gods
And the sun father of souls, shines on the high for all the lost

This ancient earth, bloody and cold, cry for you, cry for me
In the lakes, spill tears, tears of blood tears of ice

Cold in the land of broken souls...

Cold in the land of broken souls, the hollow of inner earth
We walk to the edge of the sun, mother cries for the lost

All their children were born blind for the greed
All their gifts were despised for the flavor of blood
Your life is slowly enclosed, and nobody sees
Forgive me mother i not understand, they are my last steps

Cold in the land of broken souls, the hollow of inner earth
We walk to the edge of the sun, mother cries for the lost

Change it all, look at the world
Cold in the land of broken souls

Cold in the land of broken souls, the hollow of inner earth
We walk to the edge of the sun, mother cries for the lost