Huuto-Moonsorrow

Huuto - Moonsorrow Beyond sight eyes are blinded by the ice A wind filled with fury slashes through hands Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope On what can we live here? Where can we find the path forward? The air gets colder, though the days grow longer The forest provides no shelter from the weather Survivors of the wilderness rarely show themselves The ones left behind will never reach the tranquility of a grave Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope On what can we live here? Where can we find the path forward? Life does not face death Only suffering and pain Our ability to roam taken from us The strength of our steps exhausted Feeble and lacklustre Lost in doom The weight of the sky, singing like a choir Our ears tormented by its tones Depriving us our freedom, giving birth to our fears Making us forget pity It echoes from the walls Soars through the air The lost hope of the final ones Mountains surrounding their prey, next they will strike On what does anyone live here? Where can we find the path forward? To the wolves the weak ones fall victim But the strong ones get the will of the wolves Eyes blinded we follow the sounds Only human nature lives from evil Instinct takes hold when the mind turns black No path is seen under our feet Donning a wolf pelt, aided by despair Soon the first one grabs a weapon Bringing an end to this blasphemy and insanity When also the last one becomes guilty of murder On these paths cold as ice Where in darkness we crawl to Thither the beasts wander We have played our role It echoes from the walls The lost hope soars through the air Hear the screams of the damned The light reveals blood stains in the snow Our deeds reflect our destination Life does not face death The suffering can be ended I fear our nature But no longer can I silence the screams So the rain casts its final shadows Plains turned into graveyards Under the same sky, survivors of the wilderness Memory of war swept away by the wind It echoes from the walls The lost hope soars through the air Already in sleep I hear the screams of the damned