An Offering to the Wind Songtext
von Cult of Luna

The last birds have left
Exiled by winter
Lights of the north
A dancing halo

Stretching over mountains
The whispers forge every lake

Far have you wandered
Lay down
Close your eyes
Embrace the final rest
Long lasting calls wither and die


A fading sun
A falling star
A growing rage
A distant roar

Your fire betrayed you
The scent reveals where you hide
Shadows reaching to claim your reeking skin
Signs of a storm
No need to repent
This wall is heading for you
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end