Anâtman Lyrics

My skin was burnt by the touch
of her burning eyes
I need the wind like a balm to fix
my will
Empty heart that will find the cold again
to avoid been a slave of the sun

I can already see the frozen moors
I already feel the frost into my lungs

Seated on the edge
between life and death
waiting for winter
waiting to be myself

Nothing will remain
only blood in my veins
beliefs don't matter
on this day

The water reflects a man
who will stop being a man
insubstantiality

Today I'm going to bury the Ego
in the lake
It won't emerge below the ice sheet
I rise above this white calm
waiting for winter, the wind is my balm

I hear howls, and then, silence
my memories are fragile
like shards of ice
there's nothing left
but cold and snow