Insomnium - Winter's Gate [Full Album 2016]

Lyrics to Winter's Gate [Full Album 2016] by Insomnium

Tracklist: 01. Winter's Gate Slaughter Moon: The hoar sea enfolds us The scent of the coming winter Hear the howl of the wind A song from the ocean's womb Far away behind us Black smoke still rises high Houses of the southern god Broken under the iron hooves The time of slaughter moon Sunless, Stareless ways Sailing to world's end To meet our crown or doom The time of slaughter moon The season of the mist We're faring in the dark Sinking into cold night The grim sea unfolds us The scent of the burning temples Hear the wail of the waves A song from the hidden deep Far away from homely shores And winter is on our tail Driven by hunger and greed Swallowed soon by the great worm The Golden Wolf: And there, amidst the fog A solemn mountain rises Its pinnacle touching the grey sky Silent spruces guarding the shores There waits a grinning prize Worthy of legend There waits a golden wolf A beast with six legs And yet I search on And yet I wait To find your shadow Amidst the darkest night Still I bear the flowers of pain Still I bear the flowers of solitude What trick of gods is this? Rewars and riches Here within our reach Yet no within our grasp And yet I search on And yet I wait To find your shadow amidst the darkest night And yet I search on And yet I wait To find a place where no sorrow creeps in And yet it wrings me Like a strange cold hand And yet it burns me Like a viper's tongue Better it would be To lie on bed of silt And watch the moon's face From under the waves Better it would be To rest on bed of mire Inside the ocean's womb Dreaming of days long gone Sunless, starless, pathless is the way At the Gates of Winter: Still I bear the flowers of pain, of solitude And on the mountain's side Grim-looking gates lies Staring towards the north Waiting in solitude Barring the way inside The giant doors of stone Not built for mortal men Not made for us to pass Vile trick of ornery gods? Rewards and riches Right here within our reach Not within our grasp I walk with my head down Wind blows right through my waning heart Weightless, like a bird in my arms She looks into the bottom of my soul Grave tidings from the northside Grave is the tone of this night Weightsome the dark around us The weight of time upon us No one will sing tonight No one will leave the pyre Dreaming of gloden wolf Dreading the winter's might The Gate Opens: Hear the sound resonate Through your flesh Through hte ground, across the skies Cracking roar, a thunder's bark Echoes here, the voice of doom Blackened clouds now seize the welking Wielding all of winter's ire And it will rise with a white voiceless face From from the heart of earth From under the mountain The stromwind engulfs us The whirl of white and grey The downfall is upon us The reprisal of wantom gods Here at world's end we will termble Far beyond the deceitful seas Here we hide now, crawl to shelter Far away from the homely shores And it will rise with a white voiceless face From the heart of the earth From under the mountain Devouring the sun and the earth, forest an sea Devouring us all Stumbling forward in knee-deep snow The wind is whipping my face in frozen slashes Void of direction... void of hope... I call her name... in the whiteout... There amidst the raging coldness, I catch her figure The fear of death is staring at me through her eyes Through the wind's howl, a scream now rises Something moves in the whirl of snow Creatures born out of winter's furor Closing in on us Through the cave's mouth, a crack in the stone wall I'm tearing my way right into the dark A beast is rending the ground behind me Kiiling all the light Hear the grinding... of stone against stone... I'm crawling deeper... in the dark... The Final Stand: The flames is weak and frail A circle of shiverin men Enclosed by endless coldness The evernight, eternal dark The moan of undying winds Now merged with hollow screaming The fire dies in a sngle breath The en has come Out of the darkness, out of the cold Out of the night, they have come Cruel is the laughter, cruel is the fate Cruel is the winter's will Merciless is th fray Bitter the final stand Perdition and ruin; The icy grip now traps them Right here at the world's end The forst of death will take them all The lords of the high seas Are smitten down into snow No way to bear the fury No way to ward off all the fiends Devouring the sun and the earth Devouring the forest and sea Devouring us all Into the Sleep: Sing a quiet song to me Sing of spring and sing of sea Sing a silent song to me Sing of hope and sing of sleep