A winding path in a quiet and cold storm. It ascents higher and higher to an abyssal summit, Abrupt ravines where sink the grounded souls, The spirits
grief don't let the past wear you down let go of the life that haunts you tonight don't let the silence take the sound alone and isolated ethereal solitude
It was me, peering through the looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest
Creation of ethereal atmosphere by my ritual Hidden force of the nature is now guest of mine I... feel... the... ancient... power... in... the... air
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I know when you go home you sit beside the fire I know you pace your room hide your face and feel tired Console yourself with artefacts spark old desire
is never seen By the one who close his eyes On the sad reality of conception So years of false truth Guide existence on a reveir of deceits Ethereal
Desolate sands of eternity Ever descending down the precipice Deadly dryness desert domain Sent the silent pestilent breeze Consume the dreams and prophecies
down the path I once climbed. A spiral of emotions, floweth through my veins, drunk with delightful chaos. Burning inside me are the ethereal flames
in the time stretched around your face a mask a clever disguise ever so enticing this corroding chemical synapse spawn of a beast an ethereal drain
sky... where the flames never dared to come... The rays of the moon linking the spheres... the molochian comets... During my ethereal journeys, With
Into darkness thy spirit wanders Through the moonless sky Stream of blood in the frozen snow Howling wolves arrives Torches burning, in a thousand
The skill and mind of magic Holding the mystic doors Like moths of ancient light Follow ascend in flight Fall through the ether lakes Gliding through
Maybe I lose you But I touch the moon In your hair I left moment Like god I'll fly to ethereal blue Light my way searching for you Forgetting the sunsets
[The Legend] "At the heart of silence writhing Flame now slowly dies unpowered anymore, with the strain of Keepers gone, those swone to keep the Flame
coming Who's the maker Just don't know do you Someone called her the bringer of reason I do not know at all but I do know this I believe in my ethereal
Tercüme: Amorphis. Ethereal Solitude.
Tercüme: Seher. Ethereal Tanrıça.