Closed Gates Of Tomorrow ( The Cold Harvest)

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