Winter's Gate, Pt. 1

The hoar sea enfolds us

The scent of coming winter

Hear the howl of the wind

A song from the ocean's womb

Far away behind us

Black smoke still rises high

Houses of the southern god

Broken under the iron hooves

The time of slaughter moon

Sunless, starless ways

Sailing to world's end

To meet our crown or doom

The time of slaughter moon

The season of the mist

We're faring in the dark

Sinking into cold night

The grim sea enfolds us

The scent of the burning temples

Hear the wail of the waves

A song from the hidden deep

Far away from homely shores

And winter is on our tail

Driven by hunger and greed

Swallowed soon by the great worm

The time of slaughter moon

Sunless, starless ways

Sailing to world's end

To meet our crown or doom

The time of slaughter moon

The season of the mist

We're faring in the dark

Sinking into cold night