Long are winter’s nights, I am longing for it. Shades of a crimson sky; yet unseen Winds roar the earth with their insolent reign upon us, we will crawl Mist hearken the heavy burden of my soul, the birth of gale The birth of gale and the flood will start
The gale may cleanse these waters, that devours this unseen light As a faceless void on the earth. The gale may draw us all, in the bottom of this tranquil sea. Behold it’s might and wrath, behold the gale.
My star is fading away, I can’t see Shape of a dying core, shape of a dying sun Unsilent winds will show the way through darkness Unleash the storms, the great endeavour of yours, the birth of gale
Underneath the blood red moon, the gale will strike
Underneath the blood red moon Shadows covered by hallowed trees In between of unsilent storms Down beneath among the mist and wrath of gale
Long are the winter’s night; I am longing for it Shades of a blood red moon, yet unseen Storms hail the barren soil of the earth Into this empty shell, into this empty worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
