_Nomadic Northern Spirits Set Off_
Alone standing, at winter-embraced land.
Let eyes wander thru snow filled sky.
Hear the wind-bells sing their tale. Mute forever, danced by storms.
Ever-dancing nocturnal azure blaze
Inspiriting mind, sculpturing vision.
March until reach thy time-forever, Immortal offspring. Gathering horde.
Long forgotten lunar bridge reappears.
Drawing circles in to the oblivious ice.
Calling ravens beyond seas of tears. Let their force create storms.
Footsteps hide others ancient before them.
Nightly snow contains many luminous trails.
Following the one that leads nowhere. Path for lonely heart, seeker of unknown.
When the arctic wind whispers, hear it well.
Standing tall at twin-hills of vanished war,
Spiked fortress of gray morbid stone rings.
Surrounded with walls of purest black ice, home for endless dancer of storms.
In the center of all humbling greatness,
Hymn of ever-winter lands shall be raised.
Highest above all it’s calling cold-born sons, to assemble under flag of our cause
Sounds of the inner battle never ended.
The stream of power runs in their blood.
Soon nomadic northern spirits shall set off, to become the undying winter storm.
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Tällasen teille nyt ajattelin pitää arvosteluun tutkailtavaksi. "Hail to eternal Troo Haapawater Frost-Metallism!! Total Musicism and lighting fast drummings. Mythical lyricalism!"
-leka
K100#3 |
Unworthy Knight
Kurome