Crushing Hail Songtext
von Shield of Wings

IN STERQUILINIIS INVENITUR

Cutting through the stale fog
The tempest comes as I walk
From a great wind
The mute′s curtain falls
Suddenly the voice of an avalanche calls


From the shade, a forming face roars
Pulling back four horses whipped to quarter
Channeling heart from a time before

Tyrant forced beyond their border
Beyond the walls built by bricks of order
Heeding not the wind nor hail
I cannot stay, I must go forward

Humbled by primordial madness
Freed from a crushing stasis
The soul is now braver
Though old nature hits like crushing hail
May the suffering strengthen the course