Rune - This Sorrow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

What you can't breath... the chaos of snow and smoke
What you can't heal... old wounds and scarred skies
What you dont know... missing memories
What time will reveal

On the frontlines in a battle over our minds...
We are the miscellaneous debris...
Coming to terms with how this might appear in hindsight

In the furture, we are there... blanketed in ash
Explaining why the ghosts of all the lives wasted
Haunt us. Leaving all things cursed

Expectations as anchors. Captivation as strife
Unbridled want controls what might be this life

Handful of rulers with bloody hands writes
History of the future. Creating all that's in sight

This sorrow we suffer ails us alone

How cheap is it to forget?
How expensive to remember?
Could just one joy compete with one death?

When the day comes...
Bury my heart. burn my soul

One more time around with this pathetic sorrow
This sorrow