A sky of dread weighs down on man
No dawn comes in the tyrant’s wake
The wind howls not with freedom’s call
Oppression’s breath is cloaked in rain
Ashen fields where dreams once grew
Now salted by an unknown hand
A frost is cast upon our souls
To break the will our fathers held
The landscapes crawl with weary souls
With hearts encased in quiet fear
And voices stolen by the din
Where dishonest visions still endear
No swords to bear, no axes to wield
Yet all must fight a silent war
O’r subverting grips that veil the land
Who’d see men’s spirits rise no more
Enduring is that force we fight
It’s hidden hands and relentless tide
It seeks to break what it can’t bind
That embers spark which burns so bright
Resounding o’r moors in embattled breath
A cry escapes these thorns of grief
For they will never claim our soul
We are the storm that wouldn’t tame
Other lyrics by Winterfylleth:
A Hollow Existence
All meaning is eroded into mist As reasoned thought decays to dust What once was becomes undone Now lost within a realm obscured Existence lies sundered in the fields …
Echoes In The After
O Echo, these woods with howling’s fill Sound off my grief, and never may it end Out of our sight the turn of hand is vanished Now we must reckon with scars upon …
Enchantment
Like a fever, fever - inside of me Like a fever, fever - inside of me Stand fast, faithful one See the moon and not the sun but I… All I need is a simple reminder …
Heroes Of A Hundred Fields
Watchmen, behold the warnings dire In final muster for the land On these gilded mountaintops The kingdom’s hosts are fortressed fast Behind the darkened distant …
In Ashen Wake
The trees no longer care to whisper Their limbs blackened with the char of years Boughs once lifted in praise of dawn Now hanging small in sombre decay Rivers choke on …