Winter Tides

Remembrance

Across the high barren moors
 Searching for some living
 For signs of an early spring
 This is the end of all

 We evolve in a maze
 In every winter
 And lose all distinction

 Of our fears, of their lies
 In the Winter Tides
 We let ourselves die

 Our visions of hope are endless, in the shelter we create
 Now in the winter tides, we let ourselves die

 We're falling
 We're falling...
 In the Winter Tides, we let ourselves die
 The gods we are praying
 A mantra lost in a river asleep
 Another veiled betrayal
 What remains is our constant fear
 The frost covers our shields
 And our visions tremble

 We witness the valleys
 Embracing each dying leave
 One by one, falling
 Such a Leitmotiv of final end