I/Insomnium/Winter's Gate - At the Gates of Winter
At the Gates of Winter:
Still I bear the flowers of pain, of solitude
And on the mountain's side Grim-looking gates lies Staring towards the north Waiting in solitude
Barring the way inside The giant doors of stone Not built for mortal men Not made for us to pass
Vile trick of ornery gods? Rewards and riches Right here within our reach Not within our grasp
I walk with my head down Wind blows right through my waning heart Weightless, like a bird in my arms She looks into the bottom of my soul
Grave tidings from the northside Grave is the tone of this night Weightsome the dark around us The weight of time upon us
No one will sing tonight No one will leave the pyre Dreaming of gloden wolf Dreading the winter's mightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
