Cold Fire

The coals glow like earlier evenings

But the fire is in my head

And an icy wind scorches my hands

Clutched around a cup with booze

The frost is a flame around my feet

But the cold burns in my chest

And I drink [of] and I think [about]

The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst

With a cold heart until the morning hour

I drink against the fire in my head

And I feel the cold

I feel the fire

Devours me

Piece by piece

The world's been tampered with too much

There's been too much wasting with people

And I drink [of] and I think [about]

The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst

With a cold heart until the morning hour

I drink against the fire in my head

And I feel the cold

I feel the fire

Devours me

Piece by piece

[But the most disturbing is dissappearence]

And the heroes, after all their bungling

Lie deep in the crust of the earth