Numb with Cold Lyrics

The priests of the gods whom I called
They blinded us all
Why do I have to see the coming
Makes me feel like a motherless child?
Why do we have to die?
Oh please, tell me why
Mama, you wiped my tears and swallowed
hard,
But I lost the warmth in my heart.
My fingers numb with cold
Caress your bloodstained grave.
The buds of the whispering voices unfold
They try my soul to deprave
Thus the end will come
Prophecy will not be thwart
Thus the end will come
Thy blessing will be my port
Murmuring waves hugging my mind
Kissing my heart, killing my soul
Trees bent under the north wind
Soon I will reach the end of my stroll
Mankind so often tortured by the rod
I condamn you for not hearing me
And you, father of the gods
you are the most disguised on the tree
The fear of today,
Will be gone away.