Song | Frozen Outland |
Artist | NightCreepers |
Album | Alpha |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
They inspire me, creating a full light | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
This might be the longest journey… | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That took me away | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That made me awoke… | |
I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking… | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won't fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I've fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast… | |
I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking… | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won't fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I've fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast… |
Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
They inspire me, creating a full light | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
This might be the longest journey | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That took me away | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That made me awoke | |
I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast | |
I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast |
Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
They inspire me, creating a full light | |
I will always miss the western shore, | |
Where everything has started and everything will end | |
But I must defy the weight of life, | |
Making my way in my frozen outland | |
Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
This might be the longest journey | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That took me away | |
A yell when the night falls, | |
Covered the shire of the unknown | |
Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
That made me awoke | |
I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast | |
I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
Until the end is cast |