One Thousand Years of Rain

The age of the wolf is the age of the sword
 Son of the earth, father of despair, lurking
 And ever searching to end his thirst
 Strength reborn in the streams of cold blood
 Son of the earth, father 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, father 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, father 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
 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