
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: English
The Man From The Past |
One word may well destinies mould |
One glance or a purposeful frown may suffice |
For the terminal act to unfold |
The vile ones consider you overly vile |
The worthless have doubt in your worth |
The people entrapped in the furnace of hell |
Curse you deeper yet into the earth |
Your birth is your fault, your loyalty — sin |
No place in this world is your home |
A wanderer, thirsty, forsaken and lost |
This desert you’re destined to roam |
As an anchor you fall and are left thus to hang |
— left to hang, void of warmth and of life |
Like a sun upon vacuum you’ll finally set |
To the bosom of slow-thawing ice |
You are followed by clouds that blacken the sky |
And, before they begin to ascend |
Will pour down all their earnest and venomous tears |
As if mourning the death of a friend |
Name | Year |
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Moorsong | 2011 |
Thoughts Most Nocturnal | 2011 |
The Three Brothers | 2011 |
The Soundless Music Of The Lake | 2011 |
A Funeral Procession On The Milky Way | 2011 |