
Band: Elvenking, Album: Heathenreel, Song: Seasonspeech, Site: www.elvenking.net Lyrics: We're going to tell the tale of tales Are you sure? Or a little story of fancy Seamen. Dreamen. Listen all! The Fall begins his speech So I bring rest upon the earth With my seed, wealdcover all thy hearthstones Soothing. Trimming. Hum to sleep! The ornaments of wooodnotes! (Night surrounds, we're roaming through the shades of forgotten fairytales) Can you hear the rhymes of winds? The chant of leaves that fall? No, no don't let me fall!. Be quiet you! The renaissance of the seals (I rest) I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea Listen to this rigmarole, wake up and follow Undertone, along with me, it's just a hint murmuring sigh Hushing the plains for miles it comes from nowhere I'm aware of my communion, I'll dance from nightfall an' evermore Look, winter's cloak is numbing all Don't be a fool, you're doing it out of spite! (You're unfair!) Whiten, now all is white But soon you'll pass away Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul whirled past us in silence like a passing whim so... Woke, reborn, a seed to be swallowed by the soil caressed in morning's light veils Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul has passed dimensions so Cruel, reborn, no more forlorn...dimensions so cruel I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea Listen to <b>...</b>
Elvenking
Heathenreel
Seasonspeech