October Falls
The Womb Of Primordial Nature
1. I
There's an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity
And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
The empty starlight subliming the blind
And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
Towards the womb of primordial nature
The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
The nature's strength and the firm touch of mortality
Fading into the womb of primordial nature
2. II
There's an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity
And a chained, primordial nature unleashed
From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence
The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope
Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below
With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones
The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire
The empty starlight subliming the blind
And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones
A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste
The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash
The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows
Towards the womb of primordial nature
The ardent souls roaming, towards the core
Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising
The nature's strength and the firm touch of mortality
Fading into the womb of primordial nature
3. III
The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void
Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration
These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom
Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end
The endless piles of ash, the stones gathered as one
The streams of fire, casting the frames for tomorrow
The utmost ageless wisdom, reborn through the flames
The vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising
A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness
Ascent ‒ The wolves of tomorrow
Reborn ‒ The wombs of primordial nature
4. IV
A mark of the north, burned to the skin, scarred to the bone
Men howling like the wolves, the beasts of the unlight
It's not salvation that draws near, but the burden of flesh
The strength beyond the borders, the nations tied to nothing
A grave of the broken spirits, the hollow shelters of hope
The white daughters of wolves, dancing in the embers of mankind
And like a thousand words of eternal hunger
Or a thousand pages written with the blood of the traitors
The death devouring beast now howls among the men
The bones forever marked and the skin forever marked
With a blaze of the deepest north, dwelling inside
Internal flame's raging, like the final pyres of mankind
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