Huuto Songtext

von Moonsorrow

Beyond sight eyes are blinded by the ice
A wind filled with fury slashes through hands
Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope
On what can we live here?
Where can we find the path forward?

The air gets colder, though the days grow longer
The forest provides no shelter from the weather
Survivors of the wilderness rarely show themselves
The ones left behind never reaching the tranquil of a grave

Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope
On what can we live here?
Where can we find the path forward?

Life does not face death
Only suffering and pain

Our ability to roam taken from us
The strength of our steps exhausted
Feeble and lacklustre
Lost in doom

The weight of the sky, singing like a choir
Our ears tormented by its tones
Depriving us our freedom, giving birth to our fears
Making us forget pity

It echoes from the walls
Soars through the air
The lost hope of the final ones
Mountains surrounding their prey, next they will strike
On what does anyone live here?
Where can we find the path forward?
To the wolves the weak ones fall victim
But the strong ones get the will of the wolves

Eyes blinded we follow the sounds
Only human nature lives from evil
Instinct takes hold when the mind turns black
No path is seen under our feet

Donning a wolf felt, aided by despair
Soon the first one grabs a weapon
Bringing an end to this blasphemy and insanity
When also the last one becomes guilty of murder

One these paths cold as ice
Where in darkness we crawl to
Thither the beasts wander
We have played our role

It echoes from the walls
The lost hope soars through the air

Hear the screams of the damned

The light reveals blood stains in the snow
Our deeds reflect our destination

Life does not face death
The suffering can be ended
I fear our nature
But no longer can I silence the screams

So the rain casts its final shadows
Plains turned into graveyards
Under the same sky, survivors of the wilderness
Memory of war swept away by the wind

It echoes from the walls
The lost hope soars through the air
Already in sleep I hear the screams of the damned