Dead Soul Tribe The Coldest Days Of Winter Lyrics

The Coldest Days Of Winter Lyrics

In walking sleep and faded sight



In countless desperate steps



Trudging crossed a dead end world



Clawing to the depths



Competing on the treadmill



But grieving where they stand



An ordinary circumstance



An ordinary man







They gathered all possession found



They consummate their plans



Bleeding at their fingers



From digging with their hands



They all congratulate themselves



But nothing have they done



Their vessels lined up on the shelves



But empty every one







The point of no return



The closing of the door



The coldest days of Winter



The center of the storm







Before the dust has settled down



Before the spiral turns a twist



Before the numbers of your bank account



Are carved into your wrist



One by one we'll walk away



And watch the towers fall



Before the season old in Winter cold



Makes cretins of us all







The turning of the world



Brings coming of the dawn



And all these days of darkness



Will be forever gone