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Infernal Gates

From the Mist of Dark Waters (61,78 %)

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Infernal Gates - From the Mist of Dark Waters
Released: 1997-11-11
Type: Studio

Ranking:
Artist:
1

Year (1997):
34

Decade (1990's):
266

Overall:
1622
1.
Greet the Storm
08:59
2.
In Times of Sculptured Shadows
06:00
3.
The Gathering of Tears
06:06
4.
Ember of Illusions
03:25
5.
A Void Unsealed
05:29
6.
Under My Wings
06:51
7.
Remembrance of Things to Come
06:16
8.
The Son of Ancient Gloom
06:51
 
Album length:
49:57

Lyrics
1.
Greet the Storm
Silence
Await the sight of my dreams.
Medieval treasures revealed.

"My hands caress the pearls of time.
I gaze at my shallow grave.
The deepest well calls my name.
I shall walk in the temple of kings."

Dying seemed so calm and still,
but now foreseen another realm.

Daybreak, greet the storm, the vengeance of lords.
You will see what I saw on the day of the war.
Lightning
Blood-rain fell from the sky.
Angels were killed by our Emperors wrath.
Fire, mighty horns of darkness... they fear.
Death will be what I saw on the day of the war.
Lightning
Blood-rain fell from the sky.
Angels were killed by our Emperors wrath.

Pride always glows in our eyes
Never looked back when they cried.
"Dawn, eternal shrine,
the secrets arise."

Ride, knights, tales of the battles we've won.
Once, our warrior blood were denied.
"Mourn, the first sign of the hawk,
your fragile god has died."

Daybreak, greet the storm, the vengeance of lords.
You will see what I saw on the day of the war.
Lightning
Blood-rain fell from the sky.
Angels were killed by our Emperors wrath.
Fire, mighty horns of darkness they fear.
Death will be what I saw on the day of the war.
Lightning
Blood-rain fell from the sky.
Angels were killed by our Emperors wrath.

Wander the pathway crowned.
A journey of crimson tides.
"Drenched and cold in the beautiful midnight frost,
they died."

Sleep, find, a labyrinth formed by thoughts.
Thorns under a mystic moon.
"Weep by the wounds from our faith,
your fragile god has died."

The golden circle, the earth within,
holds the darkest shadow of my bliss.
Now in the magical mist of dreams,
I cherish the face of glory.

Daybreak, greet the storm, the vengeance of lords.
You will see what I saw on the day of the war.
Lightning
Blood-rain fell from the sky.
Angels were killed by our Emperors wrath.

Flow, the dark always flows in me.
Silence
2.
In Times of Sculptured Shadows
On the mountains shadows lay heavy.
On it's walls symbols of frost.
A voice of knowledge filled the sky.
Tales of gateways so dark, (gateways so dark).

The moon reigns this land once bright.
The veil of goodness is broken.
Unnamed empires of silver light.
Beneath a welcoming winter night.

Reflections of a sweeping wind
throwing shades on this crystal creation.
A hymn to the stillness of night.
I wish this world were thine.

Oh, how sad a grieving heart.
A sorrowing shadow stood.
Weeping yielded spirit.
Enraptured by compassion.

Now the myth of eternal light has vanished
with the last rays of the sun.
Embraced were the shadows growing still.
By the mist of our heart, not tempted by light...

Reflections of a sweeping wind
throwing shades on this crystal creation.
A hymn to the stillness of night.
I wish this world were thine.
3.
The Gathering of Tears
Winds, I'm forever lost.
Tears what is left to be seen?
My god, my god, what will I become?
I see no light

Like a dying flower, in the season of grey.
Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams.
Like a solemn figure, in falling snow.
Like a bleeding statue I lose my faith!

I hear a serenade
But why this bitter end?
Why?

"With mourning eyes I gather tears."
Through this veil of thorns I fail to see what I believe!
A calling to a darker time.

"I stand in the gloominess in this stream of pain.
Dark tears leave my eyes as I watch the sunset."

Who will guide my shadow, to the burning sky?
Who will be my voice, when I speak no more?
Who will ease this burden, when all grief is gone?
Who will watch the night, where I belong?

I hear a serenade
But why this bitter end?
Why?
Winds, I'm forever lost.
Tears what is left to be seen?
4.
Ember of Illusions
"Within these walls I decipher
the ember of illusions."

Yearn, for the dream that will prevail.
Oh, all the tears and all the thorns.

Where chanting angels dance
with feathers so darkly grey.
When daylight brings it's glare
they swiftly move away.

Yearn, for the dream that will prevail,
for all the tears and all these thorns.
5.
A Void Unsealed
Horizon
On the shore of the sea of illusion I stand.
Alone I stand.
Lost ages ride the waves of the dark cold waters.
Eternally

Incessant echoes of choirs proclaiming what will be.
Monuments faded and forgotten.
Landscapes of a coming epoch, a frozen and dark existence.
The distant dying sun now extincts forever!

Black storms, dark nights, black eyes in the darkened sky.
Dancing under a shimmering moon, I discern the starlit horizon.

Now near dawn, with silence the mist dispersing.
The last leaves has fallen, the whispers of the forest is dead forever.
A tranquil shadow of frost confines me.
Darkness entices, I'm entering a night without end.

Black storms, dark nights, black eyes in the darkened sky.
Dancing under a shimmering moon, I discern the starlit horizon.

The bells of the past has rusted.
Awakened by a holy and twisted moaning.

Unbound in the valley of tomorrow.
Sanctuary found in another time.
Like a silver tear my soul shines on the starlit sky.
Nevermore alone

Black storms
Black storms, dark nights, black eyes in the darkened sky.
Dancing under a shimmering moon, I discern the starlit horizon.
6.
Under My Wings
I hear a distant cry.
I feel the rain of velvet tears.
Now my words will rest with me.
Silent dreams are forever free.

See the land of winter fields.
A wish to be where the river sleeps.
Now I ride towards the thrones.
Close my eyes, as I raise my sword.

Waves, the sea is under my wings.
Like the arrow of hope I fly,
towards a rainbow of flames.
I've always been longing to see,
to see what's under my wings.
Nightfall lives under my wings!

A kiss of sympathy.
I cry, I fall when I try to feel.
Like the rose of harmony,
my soul will fade as I lay to die.

Waves, the sea is under my wings.
Like the arrow of hope I fly,
towards a rainbow of flames.
I've always been longing to see,
to see what's under my wings.

Nightfall lives under my wings!
7.
Remembrance of Things to Come
With burning wings I fall, through the tranquil sky.
My sympathy is lost, beneath your throne.
"I have walked a silent path of mournful dreams."
I, I sigh, is this all that will be?

Storm of evil at the gates of heaven.
Dark now rising, this will be forever.
Dreaming I see, I see your icon fall.
I have seen what will be.
Dreaming, I see a land divine.
I have seen what will be.

A season-ending wind

We shall be found, the lies will cease forever.
With darkened eyes I fail to see your Eden.
Life is fading, time shall release me.

I drink the blood-red wine of empty souls.
I walk through misty halls, I await the dawn.
"I have seen the deepest void where the wind is old."
I, I sigh, is this all that will be?

Storm of evil at the gates of heaven.
Dark now rising, this will be forever.
Dreaming I see, I see your icon fall.
I have seen what will be.
Dreaming, I see a land divine.
I have seen what will be.
8.
The Son of Ancient Gloom
I remember falling rain as the black birds spread their wings.
My soul was mourning by the lake and the angel fled the wolf.
I could hear the forest sing from my December grave.
Saw my bride forlorn in tears then daylight left my eyes

Night, Godly death, beautiful landscapes unseen.
Stars, glowing, dark are the hours I breathe.
I am the son of ancient gloom.

I walk to see the sun, in the kingdom of my father.
I find myself at ease, in the shadow of the dragon.
Black candles at my funeral feast, feeding all the flames of death.
In this castle loneliness will breed, again

Reach the sea of tragedy where all the rivers run.
Enchanting songs from ghastly shapes. The moonlit water is still.
The crying sculpture on my throne holds everlasting grief.
Silence of the nightingale will always grasp my heart.

Night, Godly death, beautiful landscapes unseen.
Stars, glowing, dark are the hours I breathe.
I am the son of ancient gloom.

I walk to see the sun, in the kingdom of my father.
I find myself at ease, in the shadow of the dragon.
Black candles at my funeral feast, feeding all the flames of death.
In this castle loneliness will breed, again.

The ocean of pure sadness is my burden.
Now the time of my last farewell, I have no regrets.