Из альбома: In Times Before The Light

From the mist of a thousand nights
A chilling wind howls forth
Lonely souls set to hunt
A sky both dark and cruel

In times before the light
In times before the feeble
lonely souls...
Freezing cold

To be a soul of eternal frost
And roam the darkest of nights
Autumn spirits set to hunt
Moonlight rapes the night

Blackwinds prowl the Dragonthrone
Sheltered from the sun
Lonely times before the light...
Are yet to come

Dark night... Lonely night
In times before the feeble

Cold nights... Freezing night
In times before the light

Комментарии