Great Cold Emptiness piosenki

The city of Drel rose from the sea Alone and cold, without air Breathing the ancients life giving essnce Gather the excess Shape the world I am what I was You are what they will become The mist of the deep elder gleam Boreal and surreal Seas of enli...

Northern winds call me home But not without a gentle caress of the flowing stream A hearth beckons to lay nearest a sleeping child While the morning summer rain gently knocks the oak door down The winter howled not unlike the stars in the void The sh...

I stood upon the gates Waiting in aspiration As I stood next to the river Watching my life fall beneath All these nights in the grove And I stood upon the world Gazing Gazing at the sky Under the sky We drifted away And danced under the roof of st...

Who then wanted the ice to fall on the oceans The light I stole The days in the undergrowth But I fell to the earth But I soar But what is the song? But who has created the sign? What was the water that shaped the world What was the night As it fel...

I stand in a helpless posture Face to god Back to lucifer Chest marked with words of Summer As waves burn the shoreline Through oblivion The gates Deeper I go into chasms of suffering It calls to me Desolation I feast upon the bodies of the...

The city of Aes descended from the Sky Ages and ages I have wandered Looking through every library and every chasm in search For the lost book of the eternal age I seek my own immortality For I cannot live to wander more Who am I to grasp at such wisdom...

A crimson moon hung Shaped by the northwind, a forceful ember blew towards them As if Autumn had sunk below the earth to gift the child, A flame swallowed the man So, the ravens had told her Yet, she knew of his departure A cast of the rod, or a sharp...

The city of Delta rose from the shadows of time From within, a man came to me Speaking in tongues and hidden phrases He told me of great wisdom Hidden in the trees And in the sun's watchful gaze As he soon departed, The waves of Elmond swallowed him...

An elk marched on For he has no care for the stream he drinks from To be filled with blood, bile or sap It matters not, the wanderer of these wastes Shall the morning burn a new icon on his brow Or the night carve away at his flesh A ritual made for the...

The city of Inkseeds rose from the desert, Shining and decadent. Somehow, it still stood. I crossed through the gate, The way worn by beggars and poets. The only place a man can find satisfaction. As the great ships of men crawled the waves to their...