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Insomnium
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Winter's Gate
The hoar sea enfolds us The scent of the 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 the 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
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 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 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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Grave is the tone of this night Weighsome 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 night
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 stormwind 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 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 Now way to bear the fury No way to ward off all the fiends
Devouring the sun and the earth Devouring the forest and sea
Devouring us all
Sing a quiet song to me Sing a spring and sing of sea Sing a silent song to me Sing of hope and song of sleep
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