Sacrilege Crying Statues Of Paleness An Ice
Feel the wind slowly approaching from the deep fiords in the north Slaying the remains of the fading automn to reign and vigil earth As escort knights of the frost Behind them flocks of ravens Blessed are those who sail with thee they'l bring calm to this unsettled world Dreadfull whispers broke the silence The living became statues of paleness and ice on their cheeks flew tears of blood tears of blood With lifted swords they rode out from the north to conquer and desolate light Born before time in an infatuated darkness so cold preparing the automn's entombment And of breeze came storm angels were captured by clouds so black At the horizon's edge a rainbow fled colours fading absorbed by a moon so red Crying statues of paleness and ice Dying in the paleness and ice
