Tacere - Foes Of The Sun

Far away from the sun in coldness of the north
Hear the wind sing her song,
Withered widows weeping
Wedding of the moon and the stars
A funeral of light
The lands of no fear, yet no hope
A dance in the cold

The storm became us and we became the storm
We are the foes of the sun

Creatures with a temper so bold walk the rusty lands
Earth a mother, sun a father in the land of the auroras
Melodies of misery
Slow colours in the sky
Tears of the backwoods spruce
For the wounds that never heal

The storm became us and we became the storm
We are the foes of the sun

Let darkness be our guide
Let misery fill our souls
Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn

Let darkness be our guide
Let misery fill our souls
Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn
PHANTASM

She feels a cold breeze,
At night, she hears distant cries.
She is just a child but still she knows
The girl in the mirror is not herself
Just a phantasm of death to become

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear
Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.

She sees atrocious things,
At night, she perceives the fear in their minds.
She is just a child, but still she knows when its time
The little boy running in the fields is not real
Just a burning soul of a soon dead one

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear
Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear
Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.
Now she finally sees herself in the mirror: beauty lost.
The answer to mystery of her life, is now clear
Death? Death? Death? Death?