WOODTEMPLE LYRICS

1. Intro

2. Voices Of Pagan Mountains

Voices out of the depths of the mountains.
They were so cold,
that the frost let freeze our hearts.
Armed with sword and shield,
we marched to defend our people.
Dense fog and endless snow were interfering our march.
Anger, hate and eternal darkness enclosed us.,
as we plunged into battle.
Swords crashed on each other and shields broke.
Fire and death reigned the events,
as thousands of people declared war.
We had hardly any strenght left,
but our hate burned in flaming embers.
The sounds of forests, the voices of mountains extincted,
and our end had come,
filled with eternal pride.

3. Strains Of Eternal Sorrow

Sorrow, hate,
eternal loneliness enclosed us.
The pain, so cold,
as we marched through the forests.
Once again, we played the songs of our people.
Strains of eternal sorrow.
Our tears in flaming embers,
nothing we coul hear,
only the eternal stars.
No hope,
no will.
Nothing was left in us.
Agonies of a lost battle were in us, so cold.
Dark fog closed our eyes,
in lonely coldness.

4. Winterland

5. Fire Of Our Swords

Darkness enclosed the forests,
as thousands of people marched into war.
The land was covered in snow.
Armed with sword and shield,
we followed the call of the wolves.
Our swords burned in flaming embers.
War, eternal war.
Thousands of warriors crashed onto eachother,
only hate reigned the events.
There was no light in those dark hours,
no hope, only death.
Endless pain enclosed us,
nothing was left back,
only the fire of our swords.

6. Outro

WOODTEMPLE LYRICS