Winter's Gate
(专辑: Winter's Gate - 2016)
[Slaughter Moon] The
hoar sea enfolds us The
scent of coming winter Hear the
howl of the
wind A
song from the
ocean's womb Far away behind us Black smoke still rises high Houses of the
southern god Broken under iron hooves The
time of slaughter moon Sunless, starless ways Sailing to world's end To meet our crown or doom The
time of slaughter moon The
season of the
mist We're faring in the
dark Sinking into cold night The
grim sea enfolds us The
scent of the
burning temples Hear the
wail of the
waves A
song from the
hidden deep Far away from homely shores And winter is on our tail Driven by hunger and greed Swallowed soon by the
great worm [The Golden Wolf] And there, amidst the
fog A
solemn mountain rises Its pinnacle touching the
grey sky Silent spruces guarding the
shore There waits a
grinning prize Worthy of legend There waits a
golden wolf A
beast with six legs And yet I
search on And yet I
wait To find your shadow Amidst the
darkest night Still I
bear the
flowers of pain Still I
bear the
flowers of solitude What trick of gods is this? Rewards and riches Here within our reach Yet not within our grasp And yet I
search on And yet I
wait To find your shadow amidst the
darkest night And yet I
search on And yet I
wait To find a
place where no sorrow creeps in And yet it wrings me Like a
strange cold hand And yet it burns me Like a
viper's tongue Better it would be To lie on a
bed of silt And watch the
moon's face From under the
waves Better it would be To rest on bed of mire Inside the
ocean's womb Dreaming of days long gone Sunless, starless, pathless is the
way [At the
Gates of Winter] Still I
bear the
flowers of pain, of solitude And on the
mountain's side Grim-looking gate lies Staring towards the
north Waiting in solitude Barring the
way inside The
giant doors of stone Not built for mortal men Not made for us to pass Vile trick of ornery gods? Rewards and riches Right here within our reach Not within our grasp I
walk with my head down Wind blows right through my waning heart Weightless, like a
bird in my arms She looks into the
bottom of my soul Grave tidings from the
northside Grave is the
tone of this night Weightsome the
dark around us The
weight of time upon us No one will sing tonight No one will leave the
pyre Dreaming of golden wolf Dreading the
winter's might [The Gate Opens] Hear the
sound resonate Through your flesh Through the
ground, across the
skies Cracking roar, a
thunder's bark Echoes here, the
voice of doom Blackened clouds now seize the
welkin Wielding all of winter's ire And it will rise with a
white voiceless face From the
heart of the
earth From under the
mountain The
storm wind engulfs us The
whirl of white and grey The
downfall is upon us The
reprisal of wanton gods Here at world's end we will tremble Far beyond the
deceitful seas Here we hide now, crawl to shelter Far away from the
homely shores And it will rise with a
white voiceless face From the
heart of the
earth From under the
mountain Devouring the
sun and the
earth, forest and sea Devouring us all... Stumbling forward in knee-deep snow The
wind is whipping my face in frozen slashes Void of direction... void of hope... I
call her name... in the
whiteout... There amidst the
raging coldness, I
catch her figure The
fear of death is staring at me through her eyes Through the
wind's howl, a
scream now rises Something moves in the
whirl of snow Creatures born out of winter's furor Closing in on us Through the
cave's mouth, a
crack in the
stone wall I'm tearing my way right into the
dark A
beast is rending the
ground behind me Killing all the
light Hear the
grinding... of stone against stone... I'm crawling deeper... in the
dark... [The Final Stand] The
flame is weak and frail A
circle of shivering men Enclosed by endless coldness The
evernight, eternal dark The
moan of undying winds Now merged with hollow screaming The
fire dies in a
single breath The
end has come Out of the
darkness, out of the
cold Out of the
night they have come Cruel is the
laughter, cruel is the
fate Cruel is the
winter's will Merciless is the
fray Bitter the
final stand Perdition and ruin; The
icy grip now traps them Right here at the
world's end The
frost of death will take them all The
lords of the
high seas Are smitten down into snow No way to bear the
fury No way to ward off all the
fiends Devouring the
sun and earth Devouring the
forest and sea Devouring us all [Into the
Sleep] Sing a
quiet song to me Sing of spring and sing of sea Sing a
silent song to me Sing of hope and sing of sleep