Xathrites - 30 Years Old Season

The first 10 years...
The branches were broken by the winds
And the heart of the kid was shivering
No shelter from the cold
Each breeze was stealing something from his mind

The branches were broken by the winds
No shelter from the cold
Each breeze was stealing something from his mind

After 10 years,
The clouds covered the skies
No dreams were seen from the horizon...

The heart of the skies wept along
And the hope was flooded away

20 Years old winter was still raging
With thunders that blinded his eyes
There was no place to run to

Finally he surrendered
His face touched the wet ground
He barely took his final breath
Waiting for the spring

"I am still waiting the spring that will never come
The season that will never come
The story ended without a spring"

His face touched the wet ground
He barely took his final breath
Waiting for the spring
Waiting for the spring