Between the coldness of the barren earth and the vastness of the grieving sky. Wailing in the wind now carries the call of the white descending moons as the land prepares to die.
Golden and shivering sleep the leaves in this freezing rain as the storm passes by. We wander through the burial woods of old where the lost songs of this land forever cry.
The fullmoon lights the kingdom of the spirits as old as time whom men forever hate. They hide from the torches above on their way to the midnight ceremony of the forest glade.
Kalmiston alla ne nukkuvat yhtä vanhoina kuin tämä armoton maa. Vastasyntynyt henki kasvaa vahvaksi metsästäjäksi kuten muut häntä ennen.
Cold unwavering ageless stands the bloodcovered might of the sacrificial stone. Kylmä ja vakaa on ajaton verenpeittämän uhrikiven rauhallinen mahti.
Since the times they arrived through these eternal woods and stood first proud upon these hills . We have blessed and raised the sacrificial blade without a tear as the great god now wills.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
