Letra de Dusk of the Fimbulwinter

A slow kill in the white, harsh realms, whence wraiths breathe thy wilted valour, - harbingers of a wretched hollowness -, akin to wintry swirls of the Unlight's chant, the last flickering embers of a long forsaken foe … Yet, amidst bitterness thou wander the path so cold ! Life turns into perpetual frost and frost turns to eternal rime . Verily, Thurses plough their malice : their bleak harvest, full of sorrow strewn about thy years, whilst Man weeps for the morrow and the morrow never nears … Thither, unbound, the Wolf approaches from the North ; Venoms of a final winter's jaws bathe the ground . Waging axes shatter, kinships perish swiftly ! Its tempest of a myriad spoiling onslaughts, while Hel calls mankind to final rest : May keen vigour salute the utter twilight ! Anon, it were adders drink from the feeble wounds of thine ! Seasons forced to writher, - all virtues swept away -, nigh Fimbulwinter's dusk … Transcendence … A monumental wrath of thy Fallen … Immortality … At one with Vindsval's blight … Serenity ... A mournful passing in dreadful grief …