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Draconian - Cold Heavens (Official Video)

«In Somnolent Ruin»: Before the eyes unfolds a majestic panorama of spiritual decay and icy solitude. The world stands frozen in anticipation of a poisoned arrow, while divine presence reveals itself only within gutters filled with bitter tears. The feeling of eternal winter and the weariness of the heart coexist with the search for sparks of light among the ruins of former greatness.

In this reality, the gift of flight becomes a crushing burden, and the heavens breathe an unbearable cold. Truth lies hidden beneath layers of murky waters, while the shadows of the past whisper of the inevitability of complete oblivion. Fate is trapped within the jaws of a monochrome existence, balancing between the longing for healing and the desire to vanish into the abyss.

We invite you to cross the threshold of this abandoned temple and dissolve into its ghostly silence. Learn more…

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Cold Heavens

I am estranged
A desperate plea for escape
So we must part
This tether now must break
Just let it burn
For all this waiting is murdering my soul
Be it life, be it death
It's all perpetual unrest

What's life but to learn how to die?
I'm there, at the edge of Despair
Devil may care!

With any raging storm some bitter funeral
How dreadfully cold must the heavens be
A land of misery bestowed on me
I see no saving grace in your masters face

I am estranged
I cannot drive this shade away
Then, where's my heart?
What devil kept us apart?
Just let it burn
For all this waiting is murdering my soul
Be it life, be it death
It's all perpetual unrest

And what's life but to learn how to die?
I'm there, at the edge of despair
God Devil may care!

With any raging storm some bitter funeral
How dreadfully cold must the heavens be
A land of misery bestowed on me
I see no saving grace in your masters face

I am the sound of falling
In the rift between God and dust
Now I'm in this prison forever
Drifting the starless tide

Added by: Rifforge 20 days ago 12.05.2026
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