מילים לשיר The Mournful Euphony – Sins Of Thy Beloved

As thou await for the embrace of the poudrins thou hear the roaring of a stormy wind thou feel a gelid shiver deep within
as thou wonder what will this winter bring The spectress of winter are rising under the pale north star mist benights the horizon cold and arcane it appears Hearken thy mournful euphony when wintry tempest so furious sweep
so enchanting a deep sonorous grief
sounds so majestic, a symphony Carry me o'mighty winter to my desolate realm
where i shall narrate my tale of woe my creed my unseemliness the northern light above the murky skies enchaning me it's so divine
as the winter nights slowly enlarges
snow conceals it's winther'd leaves I'm thy winter fire
embrace thee with desire always sorrounding thee
and enswathing thee Yet it shall bloom
the mid'winter storm that compels the landscape to deform
embellishing in the enchanting twilight as the master of winter evinces his might Carry me o'mighty winter to my desolate realm where i shall narrate my tale of woe my creed my unseemliness The poudrins embrace my cold realm
so arcane but yet so gracious it emerged in solemn splendour so alluring and beyond divine.