Testo di Winter Tides

Across the high barren moors Searching for some living For signs of an early spring This is the end of all We evolve in a maze In every winter And lose all distinction Of our fears, of their lies In the Winter Tides We let ourselves die Our visions of hope are endless, in the shelter we create Now in the winter tides, we let ourselves die We're falling We're falling... In the Winter Tides, we let ourselves die The gods we are praying A mantra lost in a river asleep Another veiled betrayal What remains is our constant fear The frost covers our shields And our visions tremble We witness the valleys Embracing each dying leave One by one, falling Such a Leitmotiv of final end