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Morth

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lyrics

My fingers feel the stinging bite of winters breath

Vaporous clouds leave my mouth
the great snow plains of the north stretch out before me
To cold horizons the hail gates behind me
my throne of dead white flesh awaits it pale king

The bright star has no power here

I walk alone through the silent unending landscapes
The towering dread of the Mountains of Morth surround me
My breath echoes through the slabs of iron granite
my flesh in tatters torn by the rusting thorns of spite
in the choking grey mist

Dreary evening mists creep over silent peaceful landscapes
Laviathonic black storm clouds stalk the plains of heaven
The dread white moon casts its pallid shimmering hatred upon my pale skin

My fingers feel the stinging bite of winters breath

Carrion wings, Crow skull
The damp earth beneath my feet, the dark places, the cold places
The forgotten places of the world sullen light on ashen clouds
I hold aloft a tattered banner its blood stained cloth flows in the cold damp air
I walk alone down autumn paths through dismal forests my mind is still
I have a longing for something long since passed The dark places of the earth are my fucking home
There is ash on the breeze an acrid pall on summer winds
A late foreboding brings an unseen terror
Whispers from a grim horizon
Will spark many songs of woe

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from Nordland, released February 1, 2015

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