Morning frozen fog Ghostly whispers flood this blue hour Nordic woods lie dormant Reflections of my doom
Frozen landscapes of my soul, abstract depictions of my life's blood Like norwegian winters, this grief will always return
The nighttime spreads shroud-like over a pallid sun The frost creeps onwards, as far as the eye can see
We are son of the winter. We are sons of the winter
As the earth sleeps, time stands still. The night falls, dark as pitch The heartless battle already begun the eternal war to see the sun rise
Like frozen fog the air fills our choking lungs Flesh and spirit hardened by frigid winds Atmosphere of terror - Fear that we can feel Silence made perennial - Dark, but yet, pristine We are the sons of winter, we are the sons of winter And the war goes on, whether we perish or survive No one can challenge the eternal wisdom of the circle of existenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
