Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wintertide , by - Disillusion. Release date: 05.09.2019
Song language: English
Wintertide |
| I am an echo, a lightless beacon in a cutting storm |
| An empty shell within a maze straying back and forth |
| A thought that never vanished |
| A wound that would never heal |
| I have been northbound months and years in hiemal |
| Winds that cut like spells |
| Briskly they enfold the leafless tree |
| This will be the end of all |
| Endless nights |
| A barren heart |
| In dreadful morrow |
| Defoliation |
| And here I am |
| In my Wintertide of Faith |
| What have I become? |
| I’m a shadow! |
| A relentless mirage |
| Dire circles of reminiscence |
| So distant now what once did lie so clear at hand |
| A rout I can’t atone |
| A wound that would never heal |
| Counting hours, years in desolate |
| Who chose failure now will have to live with it |
| Dreams ignite |
| And die… by the fireside |
| And in night-time longing and Wintertide reveries |
| In a slumber, in a dream, in the glistening white I see |
| And in night-time longing and Wintertide reveries |
| In the welkin, in a breeze, in crystalline euphony |
| But tonight, only clamour and dismay |
| Are echoing over fern and ice |
| And back they bring all them voices |
| Muttering of chagrin and defeat |
| I was in reach of orb and crown- |
| Could-be-king to the fire! |
| I could have ruled in purple gown |
| Now all that’s left is ire! |
| Believe! |
| A dismal truth in nards that no sun has ever seen |
| No further tales will ever sever |
| The hour’s growing late for the weak and faint-at-heart |
| A comfort never earned, deserved- coward! |
| Frail… |
| Deceit… |
| Defeat… |
| In my woe |
| A world aglow |
| Let go of me… |
| Dreams ignite |
| And then they die |
| Let go of me… |
| Forever and a day, right here… |
| This will be the end of you |
| A feather to the four winds |
| A sparrow to the sun |
| Whenever I close my eyes |
| And stare into the sun |
| Whenever in memories |
| Through golden fields we run |
| In every waking sleep |
| In every time of need |
| Whenever the soul will weep |
| Carry on… here in my Wintertide of Faith |