An Ancient Ancestor of the Autumn Moon Songtext
von Mörk gryning

Bleak, so bleak
Thousands, and yet your hunger isn′t quenched
They will never grow old
And the years shall not condemn them

Like an ancient ancestor of the autumn moon
The freezing eye of God, of crimson doom


The sorrow, the horror, the cold
The God of war, the dead beating stone
The crimson tales and stories never told
Forgotten in the wind for so long
But echoes forever in the halls
The halls of oblivion

Cruel, how cruel is your face, draped in royal crimson
Up to the star strewn sky a column of smoke rises

Like an ancient ancestor of the autumn moon
The freezing eye of God, of crimson doom

A fire, so fierce and blinded by rage, but still bleak and cold
And bleak and cold is the world you've made
Nothing remains but the emptiness
That echoes forever in the halls of oblivion
Under the autumn moon