Testo di 'Beyond The Gate' di Forn Valdyrheim

Beyond The Gate

A full moon shrouded in mist,
a raven cries from the distance,
the wolves howl as if to warn of what lies beyond the gate.
A bleak forest, the night is still,
as if frozen in this moment of time.
Though still waking is the night, I am caught within its gaze.
I saw gleams of light through the cracks.
Yet I near, and I feel,
an eternity under moonlight ruled from winter's throne.
And the choirs of evil, with the shadows of the night,
from beyond the gate they laugh.
I shall continue across the black hills onwards to the gate,
it's the night spirit that calls.
At the gate, now I stand with nothing but a tainted soul.
I sense a presence of the night that lies beyond the gate.
The wolves gather as if to hunt, mortal souls lament in pain,
yet I still long to join those on the other side of night.
And devoid of light, the wind whispers my name.
For in the end of time I will not be free.