From the past the winds of Melancholy blow...



I hear The Call of the ancient wind

I feel its blow (and) its Freezing Cold

And I see no more...

For the wind has Frozen my eyes



Hubris!



Pride goes before Destruction

And a haughty spirit

Before A Fall



I see not tomorrow, only the past

The Cold Pain of Lost Burns my eyes

I try to close my eyes, alas I can't

For The Tears have Frozen my eyes



Raped from all virtue

I scream my Rage

The millenium Harvest

Is there a god left to pray to?



Compassion, such a lie

Choose your side

Or be Shoved to the ground

Depression (and) Aggression

They're A Legion

And I Mourn (for the past bygone)



Mournfully I Weep for the future Lost

The Freezing Cold (oh, The Cold!)

Bloodred Tears my eyes Bleed

For the past gone and (best?) Forgotten



...And the wind Closed the gates of tomorrow