Cold Comes the Night by Trial (Sweden) Lyrics

Drowned in the wake of its splendour
The narrow window opens to close
The virtue of life, a reflection of naught
Begotten in the harvest of emptiness

Out in the fields of damnation
Outside the borders of creation

Vultures circle limbs abandoned to lay
In winds of un-change claiming its prey
As the sun goes up shimmering in deceit yet again
Cold comes the night, without remorse, to kill the light

Out in the fields of damnation
Outside the borders of creation

All of I gathered at the gates of twilight
To release and obtain the sharpened steel
Grinded to cut the unwanted grains of growth
To awake and to sleep for eternities yoke
Towering, walls rising high
Closing in, a blink of an eye for a ruin
Abandon all hope ye who enter
The prison you built for yourself

Out in the fields of damnation
Outside the borders of creation
Shadows call for transformation
The echoes of liberation