歌词
Under the seven mountains of the furthest North
In the womb of ice, the deepest core
Rest in peace my dear old friend
Till the day they will repent
By the profane power of the sleeping one
Let the final harvest come
The seed of tar was sown in ice
Sprout and grew through the deepest white
Kiss of grace from the fallen king
Bend a rose for the unforgiven
Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one
‘The beast inside, the sleeping son
We are only waiting for the day when the blood
Now it's time for the frozen one
To face the cries from hell...
And those haunting dreams...Too real to me
Music
The seed of tar was sown in ice
Sprout and grew through the deepest white
Kiss of grace from the fallen king
Bend a rose for the unforgiven
Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one
‘The beast inside, the sleeping son
We are only waiting for the day when the blood
Now it's time for the frozen one
To face the cries from hell...
And those haunting dreams...
Music
Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one
‘The beast inside, the sleeping son
We are only waiting for the day when the blood
Now it's time for the frozen one
To face the cries from hell...
And those haunting dreams...