Son of the earth, father of despair, lurking And ever searching to end his thirst Strength reborn in the streams of cold blood Son of the earth, father of rage, hiding beneath And ever smiling when the seed is planted Hate paving the streets of gold
Long gone is the golden grace Feeble beats from a frozen heart Now glowing eyes in the pale face The blind man cries in vain Long gone is the light of day Searching the borders of sanity The children of tomorrow they slay Their spirits entombed in rotten soil
Son of the earth, father of anxiety, amongst us And ever telling the tales of the righteous Licking drops of sorrow from the lake of tears Son of the earth, father of treason, envy the beauty And ever embracing the desperation Hiding from the moonbeams, afraid to face the wrath Wandering down the icy path The sun is dying The mother is crying No sadness found in the jester’s face The sun is dying The mother is crying
Long gone is the golden grace Feeble beats from a frozen heart Now glowing eyes in the pale face The blind man cries in vain Long gone is the light of day Searching the borders of sanity The children of tomorrow they slay Their spirits entombed in rotten soil
The winter is closing in Like the grip of a war within Absence of light turning flesh to stone A cosmic war and you stand alone
Brother killing brother Tales of honor becoming myth History written with axes and blood The wolf is howling at the gate
Skelfr Yggdrasils Askr standandi Ymr it aldna tré Hræðask allir (Á helvegum) (Áðr Surtar þann Sefi of gleypir
Wandering down the icy path The sun is dying Silent tears won’t bring him back No sadness found in the jester’s face The mother is crying Breach the walls, relieve the pain, or be left in one thousand years of rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
