Foes of the Sun - Lyrics - Tacere

Far away from the sun in coldness of the north Hear the wind sing her song, withered widows weeping Wedding of the moon and the stars A funeral of light The lands of no fear, yet no hope A dance in the cold The storm became us and we became the storm We are the foes of the sun Creatures with a temper so bold walk the rusty lands Earth a mother, sun a father in the land of the auroras Melodies of misery Slow colours in the sky Tears of the backwoods spruce for the wounds that never heal The storm became us and we became the storm We are the foes of the sun Let darkness be our guide Let misery fill our souls Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn Let darkness be our guide Let misery fill our souls Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn