Songtext von Descending Winters

Out from the north into the south Winter turned his frozen mouth Tearing down the voices of living Leaving bodies buried in ice The wrath of distant clouds And the weeping of the ground, it will come Cold wind carries the voice of doom Singing songs for the damned Descending winters for all lands All hope is gone in his hands Out from the north into the south Winter turned his frozen mouth Slaying the oceans and darkening the sun With little breeze, it will come Enormous tide of burning cold storms He will cleanse the land with single breath Descending winters for all lands All hope is gone in his hands Out from the north into the south Winter turned his frozen mouth No shelter can save us now As the winds come roaring There is no place to hide The final season is close at hand Taste the air so silent, it will come... Descending winters for all lands All hope is gone in his hands Out from the north into the south Winter turned his frozen mouth