Cold Bits Of Fire — Throne Of Chaos

Smoggy october sea opens And the silent heat Of the birds is mine Everything's seen by the invicible stars Cold bits of fire Just nearby

Wing moves along your thigh And the harbor's full of departures

I count the months Like my memories Six white ones, six cold ones

You cannot imagine numbers like that The whistle's like a dream And I have returned From the stars

Wing moves along your thigh And the harbor's full of departures

I count the months Like my memories Six white ones, six cold ones