Kalt Vindur The Art Of Suffering

Landscapes photos by Łukasz Kozłowski The Art Of Suffering A cold wind among the peaks Sings a song of ice warriors Here, where the art of suffering Chose the bravest hearts Pushing boulder up the hill In the frozen world I left behind The last piece of life Struggling for breath I agreed to climb higher Stand on top of the world Choke with freedom I did not meet angels I did not find God Here I am a man In the dehumanized world A cold wind soothes the soul Sings a song of triumphant Even if I would not return I beat my weaknesses Flogged with chains of storm I became the Titan Slashed with ice d br, br,