(Atmospheric Black Metal) Maglor - Call Of The Forest - 2012, MP3, CBR 320 kbps

Quiet waters black, clad in fog. A sullen grey.
All doubt has fallen back. Withering end of days.
Am echoing realm before me. All fates yet withhold.
A greeting of steel befell us. Darkness to unfold.
Swords of ice splinter through me
Upon this rock hewn quay.
Cries of death surround me now
Yet not alone I stay.
An oaken glade. Alight with fire.
My shield heavy and cold.
Shadows dance beyond and ancient world.
It is here my tale be told.
An oaken glade, burning alight with crimson flames.
My shield heavy and cold.
Shattered asunder this death foretold.
Shadows dance within an ancient blackened world
Be it here, my heathen valor showed.
Winds remain silent now.
The truth yet behold.
Lie down before me
To greet thy forefathers old.
Across this land of pines I tread
Ever closer to the evening star I'm led
What lay ahead of me now.
I know not why I go.
Something deep inside of me
This mountain air I follow!

Upon this hill I stand, snow falls upon frost laden lands.
Over mountains I travel far, with iron will through body marred
A silent call I hear...
The steps I take in haste, I have been called time will not waste.
I go forth beyond stars of night
Guided alone, a forboding plight.
The time it has now come.
Behold what may be done
Or all will take my place.
From here my souls led
Forever time be spent
Legends old: they fled
Bringer of death I see
Yet this means more to thee.
Bravely forth I go.
Winds gale uphill I climb
Forgotten tale, was lost beyond time.
Through white mists I quickly turn.
Sword in hand the trees they burn.
Summons of thunder roll across the skies
Be this yet my day to die?
The dim of battle it now fills my mind.
Brethren lost yet soon to find.
Lakes, valleys, rivers, streams
Of this world have I truly seen?
Behold...
Songs remain of our fathers old
Brought to light by this sorrow cold.
Broken earth upon they lay
Heralding this darkened day.
Through white mists I quickly turn.
Sword in hand the trees they burn.
Summons of thunder roll across the sky
Be this yet my day to die?
Wayfarer of the world, take my soul.
Bring me back to these lands of old.
Upon this mountain grave I now wait
A silent wanderer be that my fate?

Endless I wander under clouded skies.
The day is grey and the trees lie.
Through these woods I must confide
Thus let my heathen soul abide.
Fallen souls, surrounding the sun.
Nothing but sorrow, battle won.
Spirits of unrest no one to be told
Wandering through this forest of old.
In this cold barren earth be found
Slain warriors sleep without sound.
Blackened tarn alight with stars.
Memory fades, travelling far.
By the light of the fire
With the beat of the drum
Summoned forth by the death of the sun.
Earthen shackles hold fast and strong
Whispering silently where I belong.
Issuing forth this river cold
Falling, crashing upon broken stones.
The sky unfolds bringing the rains.
All turns to grey across broken plains.
I remember not what had transpired.
All was yet lost with raging fires.
Having proven honour. Steadfast to kin.
Be this my life: reborn, begin.
Fading away as morning shadow.
Towards which now, I bravely go.

For moons unnumbered I have dwelt
Beneath the watchful eye of northern stars.
This snow clad land upon which I tread
Holds awe and wonders, be I dead?
Snow falls gently from laden clouds
Heralding the arrival of darkened nights.
Mountains loom against blood red skies
Along the path, my doom it lies.
Under pine boughs I slowly pass
Feeling the weight of this slumbering land.
Oaken glens I wander past
Over my face, my hood I cast.
Souls of the slain: shadows fight.
A crushing weight to bare.
Cries of brethren long fallen I hear.
This be what more I fear.
As darkness builds my eyes grow dim
Trees quiver, groan and sway.
Night it cloaks this tired land
With pounding heart in snow I stand.
Frozen wind upon my face.
Moonlight catches the blackened trees.
Whispers of an ancient tongue run through my head.
Without fear or sorrow
Without fear or sorrow I am led.
I wander now where no footprints tread...
Upon leaves of parchment torn and faded.
The book of days, in blood I'm read.
This long forgotten wilderness summons
Recounting past ages, long dwindled dead.
Across these silent lands behold
The calling legends, the tales of old.
The call of the forest.