Keeper of Grief
I walk Between the harried graves I feel The fear that chills to the bones I see The shadows who found no peace I hear The sounds which comes from crypt The catacombs of gloom inviting The lights are showing the path The song of the deepest sorrow Echoes in hallways of no one My mind is captured by howl, My feeling are caught by the tune The fear is lost, My sight has been gone And I don't care that I'm doomed Please, help us! Sounds Whispers Moaning Fear Pain Grief Death Your touch Makes me cold I'm afraid To be one of you Your voices Hurt my heart It's so hard I'm going insane
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
Take away my suffering Demon of despair Lead my weakening soul I'll follow I swear I don't want my freedom For some strength I crave I've sold you my soul And now I'm your slave Breed the chaos in me Driving my sadness out To sacrifice my feelings In a single shout I feel so tired I am driven by revenge Meet your death And feel my rage Feel my rage Meet your death Wildly frenzied off my head I sin so carelessly and mad Watch your slow suffocate Torture you and immolate For repentance my soul prays It echoes through hundreds of graves Oh my demon of despair what the hell i've done in there?.. What the hell i've done Oh my demon of despair Struck down by madness At my bloody hands I stare I'm washing your face With innocent blood I followed your path My fallen god I obey your orders My Demon of remorse Fallen down on my knees I've lost all my force Return me my freedom Give me back what I gave I've sold you my soul And I am your slave I yearned for redemption I'm so weak to cry To get the salvation I chosed just to die Demons in me laugh Demons in me cry Demons take my half Demons in me die
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
Down the somber hill In the forest of broken fates The rotten corpse of mine Lies among forever lost This hill where fallen souls Met their tempting death It kills my feels my hopes Murders all my dreams I'm coming down to that abyss I'm carried along by my destiny Rot I'm bathing in Swarms with thousands of grave worms It's like a touch of death It frightens me insane A strange another's breath Pierces my skin like a cold knife A thrilling whisper and a howling wind Fortell me the Death Will come for me soon The Evil that wanders here Opened the Gate of Hell To let my sinful soul in A choir of spirits is calling for me To join their endless howl I'm standing at the bloody field Holding a gun to my head There's no turning back There's no turning back! It's like a touch of death It frightens me insane A strange another's breath Pierces my skin like a cold knife A thrilling whisper and a howling wind Fortell me the Death Will come for me soon Oh the rustle of green trees Give some peace to me Oh black sea of trees Let me stay here I'm leaving my body I'm falling down the Darkness It will be my mistress Where I will disappear Oh the rustle of green trees Give some peace to me Oh black sea of trees Let me stay here I'm leaving my body empty I'm falling down into the Darkness It will be my mistress Where I will disappear
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
Мы отправляемся в путь, Сами не зная куда, Чтоб покорить все вершины, Какие хотим мы пройти The beauty of lands is striking, but dangerous,- So severe is Ural Taiga We'll see the snow tops of beautiful mountains, The blizzard will sing for us here We're hurried by frost, but it won't break us down, As we know the destination is close But we're going and going, without knowing What's waiting for us at the end The wind is malicious, it keeps blowing and blowing, But on our difficult way We all see the pass, it's so high and charming Идти сегодня особенно тяжело, След не видно, часто сбиваемся с него Или идем ощупью Мы вышли на границу леса Около 4-х часов Нужно выбирать ночлег Спускаемся на юг - в долину Ауспии Это видимо самое снегопадное место Усталые, измученные, принялись за устройство ночлега Дров мало. Хилые сырые ели Костер разводили на бревнах, неохота рыть яму Ужинаем прямо в палатке. Тепло Трудно представить подобный уют где-то на хребте, При пронзительном вое ветра, В сотне километров от населенных пунктов But we didn't think, always smiling That our lives are so fragile, so frail Step by step making mistakes, we kept walking But the fatal February was on its way I remember I opened a diary I don't know what followed it then I remember the scream which was piercing and shrill Then the pain, piercing each part of body I see the crimson snow I hear the death cries I see the Death, all dressed in red, – Reflection in the eyes of dead В состоянии полной апатии, Устав от напрасной борьбы, Я попадаю в объятия Проклятой Уральской зимы
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026