As the sun dies in the winter sky and I see my frozen breath, when the wolves cry like a funeral night it seems the air is thick with death,
Like the death knell of an ancient bell I feel my soul awake this night, with honour, pride, free will and heathen strength against the light
Cold ,desolate and enshrouded in shadow i gaze upon the throne of despair, a grim reflection of humanity’s downfall by our own hands to see the landscape through the eyes of elders, I know that Nature is the only purity left on earth
With the moon’s rise on this desolate night I see ghosts and shadows arise, when the breeze blows like pestilent breath I feel winters deathly bite.
As the bleak horizon stands before me I reflect upon forgotten times, I feel an ancient haunting presence as apparitions dance beneath the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
