Song | The Great Migration |
Artist | Cult of Luna |
Album | Eternal Kingdom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Heed the capercaillies call. | |
A premonition of an oncoming war. | |
Leave behind all that you hold inside. | |
The howls gets stronger, they are coming. | |
Wicked is the atmosphere. | |
Ungodly is the swell. | |
Our bodies explode in true emotions. | |
Let the beacon fires burn. | |
The night is ours. | |
A maternal light illuminates these last moments. | |
Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell. |