Hiber 歌词

Upon the edge of winter's chasm The seeds of evil flowers grow And a sleeping giant curls below In fever burning nightmare spasms I rest upon this trembling ground And in my bones they resonate And thus, alike, we lie in wait For both of us are nothern bound No longer can my heart deny The seven solitudes across the sky I know too well the beacon's flame Forever has it been the same I call upon thee, aquilon To take my soul and bring me home