Enslaved - One Thousand Years Of Rain video free download

Artist: Enslaved

Country: Haugesund, Norway

Album: In Times (2015)

Track: 3. One Thousand Years of Rain

Genres: Black Metal, Progressive Metal

http://www.enslaved.no/

LYRICS:

The age of the wolf is the age of the sword.

Son of the earth, farther of despair (lurking)

and ever searching to end his thirst

strength reborn in the streams of cold blood

son of the earth, farther of rage (hiding beneath)

and ever smiling when the seed is planted

hate paving the streets of gold.

Long gone is the golden grace

feeble beats from a frozen heart

now glowing eyes in the pale face

the blind man cries in vain.

Long gone is the light of day

searching the borders of sanity

the children of tomorrow they slay

their spirits entombed in rotten soil.

Son of the earth, farther of anxiety (amongst us)

and ever telling the tales of the righteous

licking drops of sorrow from the lake of tears

son of the earth, farther of treason (envy the beauty)

and ever embracing the desperation

hiding from the moonbeams, afraid to face the wrath.

Wandering down the icy path

the sun is dying

the mother is crying

no sadness found in the jester's face

the sun is dying

the mother is crying.

Long gone is the golden grace

feeble beats from a frozen heart

now glowing eyes in the pale face

the blind man cries in vain.

Long gone is the light of day

searching the borders of sanity

the children of tomorrow they slay

their spirits entombed in rotten soil.

The winter is closing in

like the grip of a war within

absence of light turning flesh to stone

a cosmic war and you stand alone.

The winter is closing in

like the grip of a war within

absence of light turning flesh to stone

a cosmic war and you stand alone.

Brother killing brother

tales of honor becoming myth

history written with axes and blood

the wolf is howling at the gate.

Bræðr munu berjask

(ok at) bönum verðask

munu systrungar

sifjum spilla

leika Míms synir

(en) mjötuðr kyndisk

at inu galla Gjallarhorni.

Skelfr Yggdrasils

askr standandi

ymr it aldna tré

hræðask allir

(á helvegum)

(áðr Surtar þann

sefi of gleypir.

Wandering down the icy path

the sun is dying

silent tears won't bring him back

no sadness found in the jester's face

the mother is crying.

Breach the walls, relieve the pain

or be left in one thousand years of rain.