Call of the Darkest Past Lyrics

Winter's sleep so close to death, piercing with his acetic breath.

Brittle, naked limbs stretch high in the icy pewter sky.
Bitter chill and stinging wind, quiet earth grows gray and grim.

Polar widow covered by snow, hiding below valleys low.
Veils of frozen crystal falls, cascade over mountain walls.

Squalls and drifts of sparkling white, glistening brilliance in the night.
Winter, with his wicked wrath, leaves blinding your hopeless path.

Suddenly he appeared, a simple shadow,
Like a fallen one, ears at the top.
Shining like stars, two red spheres,
Vermillion fumaroles betraying her desires.

Unmatched silver and repellent fur, hiding weapons from another old world.
Loud roars are only a beginning, heavenly stride takes the lead.

Claws plowing the earth will soon be the knives of the grave, a complete picture.
Thus pouring out the divine liquid, flesh and bones are finally returned to the earth.

On the white coast, the stain turn to a lake.
The full beast, reflecting muzzle.

The bell rings for a long time,
The icy breath covers the scene.

A cloudy cotton, squeezing the peeling off.
Everything becomes white, a distant memory.