Drift of Genes - Frozen Soil

Measured tread on desolate surface
Wrinkled skin and cavernous eyes
Sickening breath in the champing mouth
Livid fingers clench worn handle

Cold wind cuts to the bones
There is no chance to see the Sun again
Blizzard has consumed all the human tracks
Gaunt hand clears the axe from hoarfrost

Fatal voices from under the stratums of ice
From the depth of forgotten nameless grave
Remind of true salvational purpose
Escape from the cell of self-torture

Eternity of ineffectual wanderings
Strengthened mind and gave patience
Now just several meters of permafrost
Block the gateway to redemption

Clanging of helve rends the air
Pieces of ice hit distorted face
But empty cold eyes of the butchered are implacable
Liberated mutilated souls promise no mercy

On the verge of darkness and void
Submitted to fatal voices
Mind exhausted with harassing sorrow
Is subjected to suffer the impact of his deeds