Descended From the Mountains
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Summoned from the sacred grove Born from the bones of the pike We are becoming, we are the chosen Willows are weeping, the roots are crying, the forest is dying Born from the fangs of the owl We are becoming Summoned from the sacred grove Born from the fangs of an wolf We are becoming, we are the chosen Willows are weeping, the roots are crying, the forest is dying Born from the antlers of an elk We are becoming, we are the chosen Two wolves laid beside her Into the twilight vastness
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Hallainen maa alla jalkojeni, nuortuvat oksat ovat katuneet iäksi Hyinen on veden hauta, kalmani vajoan, luoksesi Ota minut vastaan, syleile iästi Kuulassaa virrassa lehdet tummuneet, pukevat ne kuun päälleen sekä talven kirkkauden Elämän virrasta kohti kuolemaa, Talvi ottaa vallan kunnes valo taas uutta rakentaa Hallainen maa alla jalkojeni, nuortuvat oksat ovat katuneet iäksi Hyinen on veden hauta, kalmani, vajoan luoksesi Ota minut vastaan, syleile iästi Vihdoin luonna isien, alhaalla väen veden Puuta ei arkkuni, sillä syvyys on uurnani Tuonen neito astelee alttarille Hyinen syli kaunosti hyväilee ja lopulta iäksi nielaisee Hallainen maa alla jalkojeni, nuortuvat oksat ovat katuneet iäksi Hyinen on veden hauta, kalmani, vajoan luoksesi Ota minut vastaan, syleile iästi Ota minut vastaan Syleile iästi Ota minut vastaan Syleile iästi Vastaan Vastaan Ota minut vastaan Syleile iästi
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Wandering through the vault of the night Her sparkling dress blue as the night sky Wandering through the vault of the night Her touch so cold it dims the moonlight Aaaaargghh!!! Tear shaped flock of magpies in the sky Wandering through the vault of the night Herr Crystal ship descending to the violet night In the crystal forest, her sparkling yellow crown, sets it’s blaket over the frozen sky Foreknowing the passage to the winter night, the entrance is open the vault of the night Wandering through the vault of the night Her sparkling dress blue as the night sky Wandering through the vault of the night Her touch so cold it dims the moonlight In the crystal forest, her sparkling yellow crown, sets it’s blaket over the frozen sky Foreknowing the passage to the winter night, the entrance is open the vault of the night
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Fingers are grasping, tearing pieces Birch bark splinters blood grows under the nails The Summer is dying, the rivers are freezing, The gust of wind as the breath disappears and the sky turns to nothing We are descended from the mountains Once herculean now are lost We are descended from the mountains Once eternal now fading away We are descended from the mountains The sons of the snow capped tops We are descended from the mountains The daughters of the wind and ice The face of the mountain Casting it’s shadow The vast emptiness The trackless snow ahead The tears run down the cheek, like the vale beneath the feet Looking up to the winter sky, seeing only the rider with the scythe As the land sets to sleep under a frozen blanket The last tears of the autumn turn to ice And The snow is a sparkling a mirror to the night sky A map to the wanderer above the sea of ice We are descended from the mountains Once herculean now are lost We are descended from the mountains Once eternal now fading away We are descended from the mountains The sons of the snow capped tops We are descended from the mountains The daughters of the wind and ice
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026