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WINTERTHRALL LYRICS
"Autumn Caskets" (2003 Demo)
1. Autumn Caskets
2. And the Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
3. Dreams to Dust
4. The Nightmare Passages
1. Autumn Caskets
As the seasons turn grey
She arrives on the winds of fall
A seductive temptress
Of undying perfection
And she sits in a throne
Upon a mound of corpses
An exquisite phantom
Among the grinning dead
Misery - Bathed in burning twilight
A shadow of the afterlife
Passing through
This mortal fog alone
Seraphim harlot or
Daughter of brimstone and fire?
Forever silent she tends
To the Autumn Caskets
She stands at the
Threshold of oblivion, weeping
Shaking a fist
At a broken heaven
2. And the Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
The weak shall perish by themselves,
And the meek shall inherit nothing
Forever to wallow in the filth,
Brought on by their self destruction
I can hear your selfish desires,
Calling to me within the shadows
I hear your pathetic woes, I’m your god!
Follow a faith hung on rusted nails,
Take the hand of pious torture
Try to lick your wounds,
As your own faith damns you
I can hear your selfish desires,
Calling to me within the shadows
I hear your pathetic woes, I’m your god!
(lead-Steve)
What does one hope to gain?
By following blinded eyes
Oh rapturous Lord of Silence…
(lead-Steve)
What does one hope to gain?
By following blinded eyes
Oh rapturous Lord of Silence…
I can hear your selfish desires,
Calling to me within the shadows
I hear your pathetic woes, I’m your god!
3. Dreams to Dust
Shattered dreams cut like broken glass
And the hope that sprang eternal
Now turns to dust
My despair is winters bitter litany
Softly singing of sweet self-deceptions hold
I am one with the murderous dark
And with these vengeful hands I shall shed divine blood
Oh Father...let me breathe
So I may curse those whose god is love
And as my final testament
I shall bring the dusk that shall know no dawn
Even the spirits behind the shadows
Whisper my name in fear
4. The Nightmare Passages
Far beyond the realms of reason
Long before the dawn of time
A tyrant sleeps
Within his ashen keep
And deep within the halls of flesh
Bound unto the altar of deceit
Death moans
For the king without a throne
Not dead but dreaming
Lumbering up from the darkness
Wings of vengeance spread
Over seas of bone
And what took aeons to create
Shall crumble and burn in moments
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