Mourning Winter piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
A Taste of the Blade
From hill to hill the fires burn To summon the armies Spreaded across the land For one final battle All tribes now answer this calling to war Gathered on the battlefield Eager to wash their swords into enemy blood Angry the wolf howls again in the wind...
As the Wolf Is Silent
Beyond the highest mountain The wind and the forest are whispering A tale of ancient times When arrows used to brake the clouds To clear the way to our gods Of an ancient spirit Who used to walk these lands Side by side with the wolf so free Who's howl...
Journey to the Past
Now the sun has fallen And the night surrounds the land Fullmoon is rising Covering me in it's beautiful light I lay here alone staring at the stars Suddenly before my eyes appears an old memory Of a glorious past It's like a dream but it seems so real...
Rivers of the Dead
The chain has never fallen upon our necks You cannot enslave the dead And the living will never kneel To you ! Your spirits belong to the dead And through our blades You'll find your way ! Rivers of the dead, carry away The blood of our enemies Far to...