Winter I (Pathway)
- Fen (2017)You are listening to the song Winter I (Pathway) by Fen, in album Winter. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
- Will Last Forever - Akdong Musician
- Way Back Home - Akdong Musician
- Last Goodbye - Akdong Musician
- Reality - Akdong Musician
- Play Ugly - Akdong Musician
- Live - Akdong Musician
- You Know Me - Akdong Musician
- Chocolady - Akdong Musician
- Winter IV (Interment) - Fen
- Winter I (Pathway) - Fen
- Winter II (Penance) - Fen
- Winter III (Fear) - Fen
- Winter V (Death) - Fen
- Winter VI (Sight) - Fen
- The Keening Soils - Fen
- Sight (Reprise) - Fen
- Penumbral Whispers - Fen
- Temples Beyond The Shoreline - Fen
- Winter - Zatox
- Turned To Stone - Northwinds
- Land Of The Dead - Northwinds
- Gorgon - Northwinds
- Black Tower - Northwinds
- Winter - Northwinds
- Clear Windopane - Northwinds
- Last Chance - Northwinds
Lyrics
All will fall
All will sink
All will drown
All will fade with time.
I scan the horizon
Watching, waiting
To gaze upon the grey spine of the cathedral spire
Piercing the clouds that swathe this blasted horizon
A totem of the permanence within this fog laden expanse.
Eternal I am, yet each tread
On these desolate soils
And through these banks of rearing sedge
Enervate me ever further
The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds
Reaper - Harvester
Scourer of essence
The inevitable embrace whispers from an endpoint yet to be.
Rotten wings spread with a torpid snap
A roiling howl that promises only a bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal choir builds
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken landscape.
Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises
Supplicating embrace of ten thousand forgotten threnodies
Yet I can hear them... each and every one
Wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation.
Silence Raised to a deafening roar that shreds the senses
Eyes and ears forced shut, I revel in abnegation
And let my soul-sense wander.
Slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness
Probe the blackened slopes of that stoic island
tomb or temple? Only the dead can know
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy
And still... these wretched revenants whisper.
All will fall
All will sink
All will drown
All will fade with time.
Recent comments