Enochian Crescent - Closed Gates Of Tomorrow (The Cold Harvest)

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!

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
I scream my Rage
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