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To The North

 

To The North

(álbum: Reader Of The Runes - Rapture - 2023)


I stand unconscious like an effigy in snow
Heading to the north
Swiftly blazing forth through this dire storm
Pledge allegiance to the northern winds
Carrying deep within spirals of despair

To the north I am tracing my winter wake
Enough with the torturing
To the north I leave with a hasty adieux
Far off from the beast within

Behold this blizzard
Sons of firmament beware
Blowing from the north
Slowly passing through bleak spires of ice
Swear allegiance to the fallen ones
A massacre is done
Bloodbath and fire

Blood
Fire
Death
Blood
On the Moon-rite spill their
Blood
Fire
Death
Blood
Towards the northern throne

Dull are the calls of glimpses of sanity
I am like blind in the midst of foggy piers
Luminous sky
Star-studded vault I cannot see

Oh earth and sea
What's come of me?
Repentantly I shall declare:

"O' Sun O' Moon please absolve me from what I've done
Under the mark of the unlighted
The wicked one
The runes cast death upon me
All whom I loved now's gone"

Dull are the calls
They're drifting away
Dull are the fires
Dull are the calls
They're drifting away
Dull are the fires

Blood
Fire
Death
Blood
On the Moon-rite spill their
Blood
Fire
Death
Blood
Towards the northern throne

Dull are the calls of glimpses of sanity
I am like blind in the midst of foggy piers
Luminous sky
Star-studded vault I cannot see

Freezed are the winds that howl curses at my ears
Oh carry me in the middle of the tempest
Oh eldest gods guide and dominate my hate

To the north I am tracing my winter wake
Enough with the torturing
To the north I leave with a hasty adieux
Far off from the beast within

And the Earth will not care

Freezed are the winds that howl curses at my ears
Oh carry me in the middle of the tempest
Oh eldest gods guide and dominate my hate

Oh earth and sea
What's come of me?
Repentantly I shall declare:

"O' Sun O' Moon please absolve me from what I've done
Under the mark of the unlighted
The wicked one
The runes cast death upon me
All whom I loved now's gone"

To the north

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