"Wounded by the thorns, hands are bleeding
Blood is slowly dripping on the ground
I can't feel the difference between death and living
Everlasting winter all around"
Këkht Aräkh
"Wounded by the thorns, hands are bleeding
Blood is slowly dripping on the ground
I can't feel the difference between death and living
Everlasting winter all around"
Këkht Aräkh