The Mournful Euphony Lyrics - Singles - The 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 

sounds so majestic, a symphony 

so enchanting a deep sonorous grief 

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