Infernal Gates piosenki

- The gathering of tears - (Jonas Gustafson) Winds, I'm forever lost. Tears what is left to be seen? My god, my god, what will I become? I see no light... Like a dying flower, in the season of grey. Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams. Like a solem...

- Ember of illusions - (Jonas Gustafson) "Within these walls... I decipher the ember of illusions." Yearn, for the dream that will prevail. Oh, all the tears and all the thorns. Where chanting angels dance... with feathers so darkly grey. When daylight brin...

- Greet the storm - (Jonas Gustafson) Silence... Await the sight of my dreams. Medieval treasures revealed. "My hands caress the pearls of time. I gaze at my shallow grave. The deepest well calls my name. I shall walk in the temple of kings." Dying... seeme...

- In times of sculptured shadows - (Stefan Sundholm) On the mountains shadows lay heavy. On it's walls symbols of frost. A voice of knowledge filled the sky. Tales of gateways so dark, (gateways so dark). The moon reigns this land once bright. The veil of go...

With burning wings I fall, through the tranquil sky. My sympathy is lost, beneath your throne. "I Have walked a silent path of mournful dreams." I... I sigh, is this all that will be? Storm of evil at the gates of heaven. Dark now rising, this will be forever...

Winds, I'm forever lost. Tears what is left to be seen? My god, my god, what will I become? I see no light... Like a dying flower, in the season of grey. Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams. Like a solemn figure, in falling snow. Like a bleeding sta...

I remember falling rain as the black birds spread their wings. My soul was mourning by the lake and the angel fled the wolf. I could hear the forest sing from my December grave. Saw my bride forlorn in tears then daylight left my eyes... Night... Godly death....

- A void unsealed - (Stefan Sundholm) Horizon... On the shore of the sea of illusion I stand. Alone I stand. Lost ages ride the waves of the dark cold waters. Eternally... Incessant echoes of choirs proclaiming what will be. Monuments faded and forgotten. La...