Prisoners of the Cold (intro) Songtext
von The Convent

Prisoners of the cold

From the frozen forest
The neverending night
That′s where we are from
There's no sense of light
Where creatures cry
Words of defence
Where leaders lie
With total ignorance


Barbarian pleasures
Lowest pain
Digging for treasures
Going insane

We are lost in isolation
Prisoners of the cold
Never listened to the ancient
And the tales he told
Poor old wisdom
Slipped through my fingers
Knowledge will come
Cause wisdom lingers