Wolfheart
Winterborn
1. The Hunt
Blood marks the trail,
red paint the horizon.
Hunter's moon embraced
with howling forlorn.
Daybreak revealed the marks,
traces of a wounded leader.
Ruled the lands from these
woods and beyond.
These woods and beyond!
Race through the woods,
hasten over the waters,
run upon the frozen lakes.
Reach a higher ground
that reveals the realm
under your might.
White kingdom of frost and ice!
Ruler of the frozen lands
from these woods and beyond,
embraces the hunter's moon
with howling forlorn.
2. Strength and Valor
Defeated and conquered
by the rival superior,
adversary greater in worth.
Vile horde from the dark!
Destroyer and slaughter
of all adored, pure and divine.
All torn asunder, all torn apart!
Last day of the war,
last line of defense,
few still standing tall,
outnumbered are the mens of valor.
First strike of assault,
first blood that was drawn.
Brought the demise,
death by the blade.
End by the sword!
The absence of the light
replaced the fallen sun,
and the dust veiled
the world deserted.
Last ray of light
reached the heroes unsung,
before the dawn of
darkness ascended.
Headstones in a frozen ground
mark the tombs of the courageous.
Killing fields conceal the
tombs of the brave.
Infinite slumber,
six feet under!
Last day of the war,
last line of defense.
Soon defeated and conquered,
outnumbered are the mens of valor.
The absence of the light
replaced the fallen sun,
and the dust veiled
the world deserted.
Last ray of light
reached the heroes unsung,
before the dawn of
darkness ascended.
3. Routa (Part 2)
Laying to rest and summon the death
with profound and fierce fire.
Cleanse the soul in the
blaze of the ancient wrath.
Searing grave, black flames from
the void tear through the pyre.
From fire to embers,
with strenght I burn.
Resurrection of the fallen,
into the lifeless lands of the north.
From the abyss, from the core.
From the depths of the damnation,
the infernal regions,
I was reborn into the coldest dawn.
Into the coldest dawn,
the coldest of them all!
Once departed and reawakened,
I carry the mark of the
4th rider of the pale horse.
Bringer of death upon the earth!
I was brought back
with a coal-black soul.
My heart beats still forevermore!
In the flames of the end
I've been reborn!
4. Gale of Winter
Beauty so grandeur,
voice like a wind
that carries from afar.
Flawless appearance
but shattered within,
her wings tear the sky above.
Into the dark and the
everlasting night,
into the welkin
she draws the stars.
With frosty hands
she guards a broken crown,
skin cold and white as snow.
Her eyes like the deepest waters.
Raven hair is
dancing with the storm
that brought the frozen rain.
She is the gale of winter.
Pristine in grace,
all that's fragile
is concealed.
Strenght of a legion,
might that compares
with forces of nature.
Into the dark and the
Everlasting night
Into the welkin
She draws the stars
Into the dark and the
everlasting night,
into the welkin
she draws the stars.
With frosty hands
she guards a broken crown,
skin cold and white as snow.
Her eyes like the deepest waters.
Raven hair is
dancing with the storm
that brought the frozen rain.
She is the gale of winter.
5. Whiteout
In the eye of the storm,
waiting for the winds to
strenghten, a gale to grow.
In the core of confusion,
awaiting for the fall.
It's not a fault,
imperfection of sort,
not a sin to be forgiven.
It's not a failure
to refrain from light.
When there is only
darkness in sight.
In the heart of the chaos,
unease and disarray.
Awaiting for the whiteout
to bring conclusion for us all.
It's not a fault,
imperfection of sort,
not a sin to be forgiven.
It's not a failure
to refrain from light.
When there is only
darkness in sight.
Embraced by the nightfall,
the darkness came to me
without descent of the sun.
Before the flames shall return
and ablaze the sky on fire,
I will hide myself in
the shade of the moon.
Last ray of the light,
sole spark of the sun.
Final and so fragile,
travelled from afar.
6. Ghosts of Karelia
In the eve of the warfare
in the silence of the woods,
soon comes the blood red dawn.
Death will fall upon these fields,
no armour or shield shall defend
from the blade of the winterborn.
Crimson sun is rising,
and soon the enemy
is moving forward.
In the eye of the storm,
not by bloodline but
as brothers of the war.
Last line of defence,
with their blood new
borders shall be drawn.
Frozen blood on the snow!
Not in the name of the vengeance,
or the path of retaliation.
We stand to defend with supreme defiance!
In the eye of the storm,
not by bloodline but
as brothers of the war.
Last line of defence,
with their blood new
borders shall be drawn.
Enemy defeated,
bloodless legions
on a cold white ground,
on a frozen soil of the north.
7. I
I know the
deepest oceans arc,
darkest abyss where
to pull me under.
I'm the guardian of life,
defender of death,
keeper of the eternal slumber.
Abyss where to pull me under!
I am the blade,
thorn in my flesh.
Cut between the bones
where the pain is grander.
I am the storm of the ages,
I am the skies torn asunder,
I am the darkness grandeur.
8. Chasm
Behold of the moon,
full circle of sun reflection.
Silvery light illuminates
the world below.
Gaze upon the world of frost
forged from the ice of ages.
Dominion of winter, realm of snow.
In the snow traces a wolf,
a trail leading into the wild.
Untamed and fierce by its nature.
Across the woods,
upon the soil frozen to the core,
absence of warmth forevermore.
On the shore of the
stream colder than ice,
a tomb built into a perfection.
A grave that
shall never be frozen.
Dark waters, calm surface
gives no reflection.
On the river floor
underneath the countless fathoms,
in the pitch-black depth lies
the fallen ones great in numbers.
Beneath the icy flow
buried in the lightless vault,
layed to rest into the deep.
What the chasm seizes the depth will keep,
no deliverance gate to break free.
No redemption, salvation to seek,
in the river of ice they sleep.
Beneath the icy flow
buried in the lightless vault,
layed to rest into the deep.
What the chasm seizes the depth will keep,
no deliverance gate to break free.
No redemption, salvation to seek,
in the river of ice they sleep.
9. Breathe
When sorrow calls my name
and grief runs in my veins,
can I begin the bleeding?
When air becomes a pain
and it hurts to inhale,
can I just stop,
cease breathing?
A shriek from the void
exhales the words,
painted to be seen.
Screams from within!
Speaks softly, howls aloud.
Rushing towards like a tide,
drowns like a flood,
buries inside.
When sorrow calls my name
and grief runs in my veins,
can I begin the bleeding?
When air becomes a pain
and it hurts to inhale,
can I just stop,
cease breathing?
Vaikka aurinko jo nousi
ja valossa kylpee maa,
jää minussa ei murru sillä
sisälläni on vain pimeää ja kylmää.
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