Following the lanterns glow
we have reached the passage of night
Burning clear from the mist of the years
no more a stride for his longing soul
Turning paths to the oldest of misery
His hearts contempt
The black sun on its billows
The prophecy - freezing his flesh
The cry of reversed star disappears
falling to the mothers cold arms
Burning the trees wreath, once ever-green
the golden cloak to ash
And all the north winds
cease their howl
Remembering
The fires of the shore
Burning his heart
with their dismal calling
The shroud of death falls
and cold aeons await
Our torches dim and pale
over the ever-descending night
what is to become and remembered
is only here to pass
As the darkness will fall upon us
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
