Текст песни ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Closed Gates Of Tomorrow (The Cold Harvest)

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From the past the winds of Melancholy blow...

I hear The Call of the ancient wind
I feel its blow (and) its Freezing Cold
And I see no more...
For the wind has Frozen my eyes

Hubris!

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Pride goes before Destruction
And a haughty spirit
Before A Fall

I see not tomorrow, only the past
The Cold Pain of Lost Burns my eyes
I try to close my eyes, alas I can't
For The Tears have Frozen my eyes

Raped from all virtue
The millenium Harvest
Is there a god left to pray to?

Compassion, such a lie
Choose your side
Or be Shoved to the ground
Depression (and) Aggression
They're A Legion
And I Mourn (for the past bygone)

Mournfully I Weep for the future Lost

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