Wolfheart - The Flood

 

How to stand one´s ground
When the flood drowns
Everything around
Conceals and buries under

How to rebuild and re-design
How to forge as whole
And re-divide
Broken and torn asunder

How to speak without a sound
Without a voice
Utter the words profound
Into the silence

How to comprehend and to abide
How to re-arrange and re-define
The emptiness inside

Cold winds of the north
Black waters and
The frozen shores
Are waiting for the storm

No trails leading forth
No pathway to the woods
Forsaken and forlorn 

 

Wolfheart - The Hunt

 

Blood marks the trail
Red paint the horizon
Hunter's moon embraced
With howling forlorn

Daybreak revealed the marks
Traces of a wounded leader
Ruled the lands from these
Woods and beyond

These woods and beyond!

Race through the woods
Hasten over the waters
Run upon the frozen lakes

Reach a higher ground
That reveals the realm
Under your might

White kingdom of frost and ice!

Ruler of the frozen lands
From these woods and beyond
Embraces the hunter's moon
With howling forlorn 

 

Wolfheart - Aeon Of Cold

 

Coldness in the air
Autumn in shades of fire
Brings the age of snowfalls and ice
And sets the world in perpetual slumber

Frozen rain begins to pour and winter breeze arise
The earth stands still before the fall

The aeon of cold
Frozen to the core
White veil upon the earth

Glaciers will bury below
Ground frost unfolds
Frozen soil conceals for evermore

Behold the white and deserted woodlands
Icy lifeblood of nature
Pitch-black and lifeless waters

Desolated and bleak
Isolated and stark
Light's creation now forsaken and dark 

 

Wolfheart - Zero Gravity

 

Profound is the grief
Fathomless and downhearted is the silence
Overwhelms like a flood
Drowns into the deep dark waters

The ocean floor
Somber and bleary surrounding
Beneath the ice
Frozen surface has begun
To block the light of the sun

The absence of light
Breeds and altered reality
Faithful and familiar

Desolation, despair
Like a dead space inside of me
Creates a zero gravity
Existence
Without intention

Footprints on the snow
Covered by the frozen rain from the north
A trace leading into the dark
A grand isolation

Cold is the air to inhale
Cold is the heart impaired
Glacial blood runs in your veins
Pitch-black and frosty ichor