Winter Tides

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