From a distant shore, beyond this world, I hear the faintest call
the sweetest voice I ever heard, it makes me want to cry
and cry so much with the sombre night, for no reason, none at all
with eyes shut tight I listen, and let the night go by
and let the winds take me home, as I prepare myself to die

Under stars and over earth
the winds they whisper melodies
caress the leaves of trees so tall
and travel over frozen seas

The winter brings a cold embrace
to freeze the sun eternally
the frost is God, and snow divine
the darkness breaks my sorrow free

I stare into the bottomless sea
as I feel it gaze deep in my eyes
it says no words but I hear its cry
and feel the rise of a raging tide

and rises in me, a silent scream
on coldest night, the strangest dream
and skies above, obsidian dark
as cold as death in black they seem

Song of winter, sung by wolves
howling high and up the hills
calling out to the mountains stark
and mountains great, forever still

Desolation in icy splendour bound
The Reaper rides horizon's shore
zephyr of Gods will numb the soul
and haunt this earth forevermore

Winter's arrived, so frigid and old
this ethereal night may never fade
rejoice the time of ceaseless cold
behold the age of no more days

The black of night is all but vile
the only time I feel closer
to a power beyond this world
a power that grants life
the music unheard echoes around
so faint it almost isn't there
a melody that's sweet and sad
singing itself until it dies away
gentle rain falls on the earth
the soil is a giver of life
a familiar scent is spread again
in the air and everywhere
comforting is the depth of night
a loneliness in synchronicity
with all there is
and all there could be
an eternity until morning light
how many lives could pass
without a single thought
of what was and will be
something in the weeping mist
like a ghost in the haze
or just a lucid dream
it disappears forever
sleep is now a stranger
friend to all but me
this silence is healing
all wounds of past

Oh how I wish this world, was not a filthy blot
and how I wish the broken bones of innocence would heal
the greatest deeds of you and me, will one day die and rot
I wish that you could understand, just how forlorn I feel

I wish upon the mountains, to never crumble down
but my spirit is crumbled, it's searching for a light
I hear the dead, they mumble, so harrowing they sound
they wish their death upon me, and live a death of spite

And oh I wish this land ahead, would turn into a sea
so I can drown myself into eternal lifeless sleep
In search of nightless kingdom, I now hope to be free
I wish my thoughts be locked away, and with me buried deep

Slithering and crawling
the serpant is calling
the serpant whose eyes
will turn you to stone

they're evil and dire
and burning with fire
they'll frighten the devil
and rattle his bones

the serpant of envy
of chaos and loathing
do not speak its name
if you'll keep your tongue

if you love your life
best be sharp as knife
or you will be sorry
with fangs in your lungs

and the fangs are just deadly
like a poisonous medley
that slowly and slowly
will put you to sleep

its scales are so blackened
its venom yet darker
the venom will calm you
through your veins it will creep

but hush now my darling
the serpant is watching
be scared of the demon
behind you it lies

stare deep in its eyes now
you'll stare at your death
as you lose your breath
no one hears your cries