April 14th

April 14th and the sabbath is near
The ground is trembling
Weakened by the longest winter
These are the last steps
Of the frost giants as they leave.

An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust
Killing season comes in shades of gray
An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust
We lie down to a howling sound
As the world is slowly coming down.

Bless me, ghosts of winter
For you have made me stronger
To face this day and ever nights
Further north our paths will go
South is burning, east is vast
West is dying fast
But as I leave
My heart holds no fear
I know there's nothing from here.

An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust
Killing season comes in shades of gray
An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust
We lie down to a howling sound...

On the altar of endless snow
On a deep glacier's glow
We prepare our graves
Here under the north star I will sleep away
To the deep hum of your icy womb
April 14th, and death is here
The tide has finally turned.

The ground is trembling
Weakened by the longest winter
These are the last steps
Of the frost giants as they leave
But my heart holds no fear
For I know there's nothing from here.