Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forest Remains Victor, artist - Cadacross. Album song Corona Borealis, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Low Frequency
Song language: English
Forest Remains Victor |
Now shelter I must find from strong gale about to rise! |
The northern lights delight me |
Sets the darkened skies ablaze |
As I slowly make my way over glade |
To reach the firewood’s rising gates |
But savouring came the jaws of night |
Swallowing all but moon and stars |
Storm, it groped till raging blow |
Impaling bare-clothed |
Like dagger thrown by embittered foe |
Beneath the flickering eyes of night |
There under firewood’s branch, he rests |
In the cradle made by encrusted snow |
Without a grief or care |
The northern lights delight me |
Sets the darkened skies ablaze |
As I slowly make my way over glade |
To reach the firewood’s rising gates |
The ice wind’s cold breath forces me |
To this fortress of ever trees |
That offers me a place to rest |
Den for me and the beasts as well |
Oh Fortuna thou hath abandoned me! |
Who could see through the veil of night? |
Could hear the fainting call of the desperate one |
When the storm rages on and on |
And once again it strikes forth with |
Such a furious howling blow |
No mercy given for the lost |
Who is seeking a way out from |
This horrid maze of ice and snow |
Under the stars may moon guide your way |
But cold North winds will blow eternally |
Under the stars, beneath blazing skies |
You were forced to leave from where forest remains |
Out from the darkness just like that |
A swelling light became |
Now chanting for the traveller |
Whose road became to its end |
The northern lights delight thee |
Sets the darkened skies ablaze |
As you slowly make your way over glade |
To reach the firewood’s rising gates |
Savouring come the jaws of night |
Swallows all but moon and stars |
Storm it gropes till raging blow |
Impaling the one who tries |
To conquer the forest’s throne |
Beneath the stars may moon guide your way |
But cold North winds will blow eternally |
Beneath the flickering eyes of night |
There under firewood’s branch, he rests |
In the cradle made by encrusted snow |
Without a grief or care |