Midwinter Calls

(альбом: A Heartless Portrait (The Orphéan Testament) - 2022)

Just listen
It's not the sunrise, it is the light it brings
And it's not the tears, it's how the sorrow sings
It's not the solitude, it is the emptiness
It's not the fear, it's how the blood rushes
It's not the fleeing, it is the leaving
And that my inside remains unchanged

I shut all doors to summer
Opening the vaults to fall
Closing my mind to all color
Midwinter calls
Home!

We are lost, far from home
We never discovered a way to get closer
Our whole existence outlasts our fall

Confession
I never shone brightly and I never cried lightly
And it's not that I don't know the demons are fighting
I know them by the name as they reek of emptiness
Source is not the fear, it's the self-esteem it crushes
It's not the fleeing, it's the non-believing
And that my inside will never change, no
It is the doubting and simply being
These are the fears that I'm battling through

We are lost, far from home
We never discovered a way to get closer
Our whole existence outlasts our fall

We were tears in a storm
That froze in the fall
We've fallen too far

I shut all doors to summer
Opening the vaults to fall
Closing my mind to all colors
Midwinter calls
Home!

We are lost, far from home
We never discovered a way to get closer
Our whole existence outlasts our fall
To behold this, is it hopeless?
We are lost, far from home
The last of all