Summoning
marching homewards
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here beside me, under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering homewards,
led by an old man to shores that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...
on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun, cold as winds that hide in me
hour after hour, day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land
like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores...
homewards....
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven.
And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...
- Álbum:
- Old Mornings Dawn
- The Demon Tapes … Anno Mortui Domini 1959-1961
- Miscellaneous
- Let Mortal Heroes Sing Your Fame
- Nightshade Forests (EP)
- Minas Morgul
- Dol Guldur
- Symphonic Metal VII: Dark & Beautiful
- Napalm Records All Stars
- Symphonic Metal
- Stronghold
- Napalm Records: With Us or Against Us, Volume VIII
- Orkus Compilation 18
- The Realm of Napalm Records
- With Doom We Come
- Lugburz
- Lost Tales
- Primal Rock
- Oath Bound
- The Urilia Text