So, the project I talked about some time ago (
http://metaltabs.com/forum/showthread.php?t=23301 ) is finally gaining some speed.
I added another paragraph to "The onset of winter" lyrics (see the above link) to fit the music. I'll post it again and mark the new part, so if you have comment, shoot.
Below that, you can read the lyrics to the second song, "The gathering of wolves". I just finished it together with someone, but they're not necessarily the final version yet. I have my doubts about some parts, so let's hear your comments and ideas please!
THE ONSET OF WINTER
From the northern mountains great
along the vastness of the sky
rigid winds bearing the plague
of coldness and of dark demise
When the twilight's passing by
Darkened clouds gather near, the storm's prelude
to the call of winter - in lands below
Below me, the world is suffering
Valleys covered in a blanket of ice and frost
mortal creatures paralyzed - afraid of the darkest of nights
which one will be the last - to survive the onset of winter?
Behold, infecund wastelands eternally
Endless meadows of barren white
The hollow lives of those who flee
Emptied by inanition (OR: desolation), torn by despondency
Engulfing all warmth and sublunar light
The cold midwintermoon - ruler of the night
Its unforgiving gaze - roaming across the lands
Snowfields glimmering in the paleness of decay
A dark wintry bed of withering
lies upon these forsaken domains
in this world, and in worlds beyond
for Death to roam, to Hope unknown
Valleys covered in a blanket of ice and frost
mortal creatures paralyzed - afraid of the darkest of nights
which one will be the last - to survive the onset of winter?
GATHERING OF WOLVES
Behold – the splendour of nightfall - the rising black
Usurping the depths of the mind – preying the feeble ones
Revealing the essence of an ancient spirit
Rising from the deep to claim its prize
Forged in fire, tempered by the winds
Of primeval times now re-arising
The time has come
Now gather, my brothers
Come to the heart of me
Behold – the glory of nightfall (OR: the night) – nocturnal rites
Scavengers haunting – an era of passage
This aura of mystical might
breathes looming shadows
Godless sires in the murky forest
Netherworlds beckon these atrocious desires
The howling of wolfen brethren
Hunting with bloodlust and perversion
The time has come
Now gather, my brothers
Gather, my brothers
Come to the heart of me
The quintessence of power
Relives before the dawn
The proliferation of darkness
(Feeds my soul)
