Ravenforest
Shadows glide across the land As a thousand ravens fly forth -Blocking the setting sun- Like a a dark hand reaching from beyond the horizon. It is Winter. She is returning -Reaching for me- With beckoning fingers To lock me once again in her icy grasp. The Ravens surround me; singing. It is sure this day, that Autumn has died, Amongst the Ravens' song. Winter, the fierce child, Is brought forth of a dead mother, Amongst the Ravens' song!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
I mourn for you, dear trees, As your essence is given unto the boiling air, Not because your proud beauty is lost forever, But only in light of knowing that I shall never see thee again in my few meaningless years You burn, but I - I am the one who dies.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026