The Frosted Soul - Fall Into The Arms of Solitude

 

Bright, bright shines the flames of black

Bright, bright shines the flames of his might

Fall... Now fall into the arms of solitude

 

Galanth we may be, but of utternest nature it is

Shadeless creatures, we shall slay them all

With blades of silver, we glide under ashen light

Forth, to where your sister sleeps at night

And her virgin blood we shall spill, so gentle...

 

Find a way through golden fields, do so

And we shall come after you aswell

Sorrowless fool, we will wake you up

To the shrieks of our infernal souls

How blithe is your head now?

 

Ever we shall fall to ground, 

Our wings are of greatest bird

We can tear your heart to sand

And we shall never give a damn

Once it's stoned, we'll come

To rape your tongues

 

Bright, bright shines the flames of black

Bright, bright shines the flames of his might

Fall... Now fall into the arms of solitude

 

I am the frosted soul

That shrieks under your shell

I am the iced spirit

That cries under your spell

 

I am the frosted soul

That screams within your hearth

I am the iced spirit

That weeps within your mind

 

I am, oh I am cold...

 

Farthest beyond, lies the greatest truth

On the longest path I've traveled forth

For your actions were quick, indeed...

On the roads of fragmented bones, I go

Just as many before me...

 

This shell shall fade aswell, and die

Astray am only I, with my flame enlighted

The deeds I must do, have merely no core

The fortress has already been in storm...

This ruin of the soul, shall remain silent

For the next centuries of solitude

 

The frost in the wind bites cold

The wisdom it whispers, must once be heard

These few ears who hears, are too weak

The bird in the wind can never be saved

Since long, it has been too late

 

Bright, bright shines the flames of black

Bright, bright shines the flames of his might

Fall... Now fall into the arms of solitude

 

I am the frosted soul

That shrieks under your shell

I am the iced spirit

That cries under your spell

 

I am the frosted soul

That screams within your hearth

I am the iced spirit

That weeps within your mind

 

I am, oh I am cold...

 

As you lay scattered on the floor,

I lay beside you, with no hope in kept

Your blooded heart must rest

And I'll follow you through the gate

This ruin has only one stone left

Which I'll leave to it's fate

 

The king of goats breaths within us all

Thou who dares to deny, will face their oblivion

And I shall watch them from my bridge

I'll sit with my rod and wait for their plead

Yet when they nap, I shall throw them back

 

This, the oldest oath of all,

Will never see it's dawn again

This sword of moon, and ice

Will be the last to pierce a heart

This, heart of stone and man

Will ever see a sun, no more

This glow of utter betrayal

Will be conquered by moon

This moon of gloom

Will end it all.

The End

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