The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores Lyrics - Carpathian Forest

Eternally sounds the mighty waves 

A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn grave 

The passing sigh for the bones that moulder 

Over the Nordic Black Sea, where the winds blew colder 

Here in a bed of wrack and shingle 

Beneath rests a sea king of the north 

His fallen history remains unknown 

Now his grave is just a heap of stones 

The waves crest sharp as an unsheathed blade 

As spume topped breakers shore wards loom 

And boulder on boulder on land is laid 

The Triton's hymn round a vanished tomb 

The ocean cradles its sleepy wave 

Round the curve of the yellow sand 

Of the bleak and mysterious little isle 

Where no leaf has been touched by human hands 

Then I behold that island so fair 

Where the tree's lift their crown in prayers 

To the golden glow of the evening sky 

I hold the sword towards the moon 

My memories echoes with cries 

Hark to the ocean's cold clamorous roar 

The pale mist hovers towards the nightly shores 

For the fire in my burning flame 

Hail to the father of the fallen flame 

Acknowledge the supreme northern purity 

(Racial) 

That runs in the blood of my veins 

As the nocturnal curtain falls 

With the total eclipse of the moon above 

The pale mist hovers towards the nightly shores