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WINTERMUTE LYRICS
"Black Cold" (2004 Demo)
1. A Black Cold Winter Day
2. The Sleeping Legions
3. And Ravens Picked Their Eyes
1. A Black Cold Winter Day
On a black cold winter morning
Everything was silent
Only the thunder roared
As he saw his children
Marching across the plains
Many brave men had come
From the great flats
of the freezing north
To let the ground run red
with their enemies' blood
Many swords, axes and hammers
Were raised in the names of their fathers
Enemies screamed in horror and panic
As they saw the gleam in their eyes
No quarter asked
No quarter given
They would fight
To the last man
Finally the warcries were shouted
Hakkaa päälle!
So they did on a black cold winter night
Echoes of the battle cried across the land
As the thunder roared
As he saw his children
Fighting to the last man
Fighting to their death
No quarter asked
No quarter given
Everyone died
To the last man
2. The Sleeping Legions
How sweet and peaceful is their slumber
Blood of their lives
Escaped from their veins
Through the wounds of battle
The bravest of the brave
Fought with relentless fury
Until the last of them
Was cut down
They were taken to the wargod's hall
Where glory and honour
Are uphold as the greatest virtues of all
There they sleep
Right next to the wotan's own
The ancient ones
Who unleash his fury at his will
They are the ones
True legions of netherworlds
Greatest warriors of all
Who ever walk the earth
They never truly sleep
And never truly die
Rip their enemies apart
And devour their souls
And now it's their time again
To be released
From their chains of fire
To come out and show the world
The power of the wargod's will
3. And Ravens Picked Their Eyes
On a lone hill stands a man
His left hand raised
In a sign of entity unbound
In his right hand a sword
Engulfed in flames
To drive infidels to hell
The last men of the brotherhood had come
To wreak vengeance upon the foreign ones
To raise the spirits of land
To make the rivers run with blood
To purge the land for the heathen
And let the ravens pick their eyes
The ancient pacts made with the legions of the netherworlds
Would be honoured in the blood and souls of the outlanders
And so the circle was set
The sacrifice placed on the altar of stone
The rituals conducted
The seals broken and the gate opened across
The wind started to blow
From all four directions
Earth trembled and trees fell
As the altar stones cracked
As the ancient demons were set free
The ones of the true were left to reign
They devoured the souls of the unrighteous
And ravens picked their eyes
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