The white wilderness watches us, every move we make A feeling of doom embraces every rock and tree Admist these infernal mountains, we came upon a secluded place Where glimpses of what's dead seem to visit this world again
Forever mourning the ones they left behind Screaming the names of their murderers Towards a cold, indifferent Moon Sky-high columns of unnatural flames, Blueish and pale as the Void Unending maelstrom of spirits Foverer bound to get their revenge
Forced to stand a sight No mortal should endure Do we all pay what's due In the end?
There are faces in the fire of this Pyre of ghosts And only the midnight breeze will carry their whispered oaths Home
There is no retribution In the end
The new Dawn eradicates the gloom The Pyre is cast down, we are free to get away As the morning Sun awakens The Pyre is no more, it's just a memory For daylight can never know The sufferings of those who died A madness that can only reveal itself In the dead of NightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.