Cult of Luna

Cold Burn from The Long Road North

Burn Breathe into the harrowing wind To uncover truths hidden by snow Melting water cleanses the ground Burn Breathe into the freezing haze The cold burns like salt in a wound Howl, your skull is screaming The sky darkens, visions dragged from light Ice pierces your skin Carving words from within Pain moves through every vein Frost covers figures too dim for you to see Years go by faster Seasons no longer hold their line From its den under the mountain Wings spread out across the night Howl, your skull is screaming The sky darkens, visions dragged from light Pain moves through every vein Frost covers figures too dim for you to see The cold burns