Old Dark World by Morgurth Lyrics
To the roots of the mountain runs the red river
Before the last sunset the world fades to the cold black
The light is slowly swallowed by the unforgiving shadows
And then there shall be silence, in the dark winter night
Under cold black sky, lies the ancient wild land
Where my old ones lived worshipping ancient forces
In the morning mist, to the blackened beach
Hear the lonely sound of the calm waves of the sea
The grey clouds are coming, bringing icy snowstorms
The world falls asleep and my spirit shall rise again
In the breeze of the night, the evil is at work
While the darkness breaks through this land once free
Slow and creepy, the pale moonlight rises up
And the power of the forest shall absorb my essence
Old dark world
Rise again
Old dark world
Rise again
Old dark world
Rise again
Darkened land of mine, deprived of the sunlight
Through the dark old woods, hear the evil whispering
There’s nothing left for me, and maybe there never was
Memories of landscapes, full of shining darkness
In the breeze of the night, the evil is at work
While the darkness breaks through this land once free
Slow and creepy, the pale moonlight rises up
And the power of the forest shall absorb my essence
Before the last sunset the world fades to the cold black
The light is slowly swallowed by the unforgiving shadows
And then there shall be silence, in the dark winter night
Under cold black sky, lies the ancient wild land
Where my old ones lived worshipping ancient forces
In the morning mist, to the blackened beach
Hear the lonely sound of the calm waves of the sea
The grey clouds are coming, bringing icy snowstorms
The world falls asleep and my spirit shall rise again
In the breeze of the night, the evil is at work
While the darkness breaks through this land once free
Slow and creepy, the pale moonlight rises up
And the power of the forest shall absorb my essence
Old dark world
Rise again
Old dark world
Rise again
Old dark world
Rise again
Darkened land of mine, deprived of the sunlight
Through the dark old woods, hear the evil whispering
There’s nothing left for me, and maybe there never was
Memories of landscapes, full of shining darkness
In the breeze of the night, the evil is at work
While the darkness breaks through this land once free
Slow and creepy, the pale moonlight rises up
And the power of the forest shall absorb my essence