Текст песни Тэм и Йовин - Ветер Севера

Wind of the North
Sing to me about my house
I dared to forget
Into the sky is gray
We will leave at dawn
To the Halls of Fate.
Ice is crushed by the porch
Horses of the End Hour
Waiting for the call of the last trumpet.

Sonorous heather
Our footprints will hide
And they will not remember them.
Who will believe us
To the knights of the fallen star
From rejected books?
Let in the pattern of times
No poems, no names
But it will remind those who have forgotten their midnight cry.

By a word thrown
Peace will be destroyed
And living warmth
Small crumb.
The world is under a cruel hand
Like colored glass.
At the behest of the creators
They laugh in our faces.
It's hard to die by the hand of the inept

Timeless sleep
In a sticky deaf silence
Rewritten phrases.
Slow poison
Lies in blackened wine
A gift to the last of us.
Dawn beats through the windows
There is no more time
We will reach the Halls at the appointed hour.

Wind of the North
Sing to me about my house
I dared to forget
Into the sky is gray
We will leave at dawn
To the Halls of Fate.
Ice is crushed by the porch
Horses of the End Hour
Waiting for the call of the last trumpet.