Apeiron
The Chant
A chant in the night awakens my fear cold wind from the north sweeps the crosses in the dark misty deathground inside me on whispers I flee, feel not hell beneath dreams nothing more, nothing left but her voice sings through lowlands and streams she sits by the rivers of the night as the moon hides behind a grey curtain her dirge of death and sufference brings me dreams of what I'm not certain Oblivion through the hills and the valleys of black through the land outstretched and unknown the wind her companion of pain and disgrace she sits and she's singing alone I sit and I'm singing alone but the words of my chant are unknown I sing and from hell I was sent I sing for a life's end I listen, I fear, I'm taken, I hear my life I forget no remorse, no regret no more anger, no more greed thy chant I need
From Letras Mania