Crying Statues of Paleness and Ice - Sacrilege

Feel the wind slowly approaching

From the deep fiords in the north

Slaying the remains of the fading automn

To reign and vigil earth

As escort knights of the frost

Behind them flocks of ravens

Blessed are those who sail with thee

They’l bring calm to this unsettled world

Dreadfull whispers broke the silence

The living became statues of paleness and ice

On their cheeks flew tears of blood

Tears of blood

With lifted swords they rode out from the north

To conquer and desolate light

Born before time in an infatuated darkness so cold

Preparing the automn’s entombment

And of breeze came storm

Angels were captured by clouds so black

At the horizon’s edge a rainbow fled

Colours fading absorbed by a moon so red

Crying statues of paleness and ice

Dying in the paleness and ice