Cold Fire Testo

The coals glow like earlier evenings
But the fire is in my head
And an icy wind scorches my hands
Clutched around a cup with booze
The frost is a flame around my feet
But the cold burns in my chest
And I drink [of] and I think [about]
The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst
With a cold heart until the morning hour
I drink against the fire in my head
And I feel the cold
I feel the fire
Devours me
Piece by piece
The world's been tampered with too much
There's been too much wasting with people
And I drink [of] and I think [about]
The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst
With a cold heart until the morning hour
I drink against the fire in my head
And I feel the cold
I feel the fire
Devours me
Piece by piece
[But the most disturbing is dissappearence]
And the heroes, after all their bungling
Lie deep in the crust of the earth