Walk the black path of fire to the everlasting sunless fields the owles have their flight, in the moon's sight to escape the claws of night, joined by might during the hourless night caress the mountainside and feel the souls' fade see the torches and the stones behind feel the night and see yourself enshrined
In the middle of the tormenting frost I stear at flying souls so pale and lost like angels from heaven high, which left the throne of the seventh sky To join the winds' war from the north-side bay Into the forest-line and up to mountain high
The forest will sing my funeral song where I at last will join the soil to enter the womb of mother earth promised to remember the surroundings from birth behold the branches which once held my hand and kept me away from the sunburnt sand A Strife Won at Wraith...
Blood from my soul is already stolen And the eagles have flewn from their stones Even before the scars begin to stear
Walk the black path of fire to the everlasting sunless fields the owles have their flight, in the moon's sight to escape the claws of night, joined by might during the hourless night caress the mountainside and feel the souls' fade see the torches and the stones behind feel the night and see yourself enshrined
Faces scared but full of hate seems to drown in the stormfull mist to join the winds' war from the north-side bay into the forest-line and up to mountain high
The forest will sing my funeral song where I at last will join the soil to enter the womb of mother earth promised to remember the surroundings from birth behold the branches which once held my hand and kept me away from the sunburnt sand A Strife Won at Wraith...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
