Vargtimmen, Part 1: The Inmost Night
The sun sets below the foam of the ocean And the shore is fast asleep I stood on the mountain and sang When my verses hit the water they were already dead I know where the sun sleeps at night Down in the lonely sea I know where the sun hides at night Up a tall spruce-tree The song vanished behind the pine-trees And the dusk cried it away Below the depths of the ever storming sea My song of something that will never return I know where the sun sleeps at night Down in the lonely sea I know where the sun hides at night Up a tall spruce-tree Struck by your words like stones The grief comes like winters cold, cutting breath I want to turn the sun and the moon from their paths And press the countless stars in my fist I shall curse this world Turn back the sun Turn back the moon I shall curse this world Turn back the day Turn back the night And when I have trampled it all underfoot Smiling I'll turn my back on life I know where I'll sleep tonight Down in the lonely sea And when the dawn has blown upon its fire I'll rest deep below the depressing sea.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025
Summer bleeds its last shades of green To the darkened pool of dead emotions Pond of decayed dreams and withered love Why should I carry on, when all hope is gone? Come the autumn, come the rain Wash away all the bitterness and hate Fall - Come the autumn Fall - Come the rain Carve it to the firs, carve it to the oaks Scream it to the stars, shout it at the world Dwelling in self-pity, in self-caused pain All bridges burnt, the only way is down Come the autumn, come the rain Come the nightfall, welcome death Fall - Come the autumn Fall - Come the rain Fall - Come the end.
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025
Enter my inmost night As Pestilence I'll arrive A plague upon your Christian beliefs Malignant disease with no redeem A wolf, feasting on the sheep’s Black as pitch, cold as ice Traveller of darker paths Vargtimmen - Even darkness dims Welcome despair and pain Overwhelming grimness This is my hour! The moon lays hidden Behind the northern gale I am the unseen eyes of thunder The cold, freezing touch of winter's veil An icy breath of melancholy Upon your heart, upon your soul.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025
Longing, yearning / wishful, dread Plaintive, mourning / woeful, weary Cruel be the wind that carries this tune, Song Clad in mourning veil. Deaf be the ears that it falls upon, Sorrow so overwhelming. Forever and forever more She'll haunt these moors Eternally and even beyond She'll dance in the early morning mists In autumn, in summer, in spring In winters chilling wind Over moors and beyond lakes It echoes ever mourning In autumn, in summer, in spring In winters chilling wind Over moors and beyond lakes The Sad song of the Woods Longing, yearning / wishful, dread Plaintive, mourning / woeful, weary Cold be the mind and cold be the soul, Cold as glacial waters in late autumn. Cold be heart that carries such wounds, She grieves, unsilent. Forever and forever more She'll haunt these moors Eternally and beyond She'll dance in the early morning mists In autumn, in summer, in spring In winters chilling wind Over moors and beyond lakes It echoes ever mourning In autumn, in summer, in spring In winters chilling wind Between the seasons it echoes The Sad song of the Woods.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025
This track is instrumental.