Winter‘s kiss, adamant cold, snow is falling on frozen soil Howling gales carry the call of falling night Knotted trees bow their heads, paying their last respects to the golden days – ephemeral A withered moon draped in haze
The seer‘s words are spoken with fear: Soon blood will be shed in the name of tyrants Ruthless priests are leading the wolves, With blackened hearts craving for blood
Crowned swayers of harrowin‘ blight Kings of carnage full of delight To slaugter the weak and pillage the lands Death will come on silent wings (of frost)
Woeful times full of fright, imminence grows away from light All the beauty, the empire‘s blaze, once so glorious – soon to fall Humbly beseech fate to be mild, noone can came the raging wild Call of winter, shades will unfurl – and death has soared, soared to stay
In the grip of the felon lords – Preaching deepest scorn, Spreading hate and spreading pain, Sowing seeds of discord
Deadly embrace of blackened shades, the ground‘s drinking the blood of the killees Brave heroes meet their death as martyrs – a death in vain
The worst now has come to the worst Innocents are burned in the name of their god Ruthless conquerors afflicting the lands, Snakes scarfing all hope for peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
