Text: Cryptic Wintermoon. Shadowland.
My eyes are closed the day has gone by
the stars will rise on the blackend sky
And as I dream the nightmare never ends
I will enter Shadowland
The forests dark eternal fires burn
in my dreams a path without return
moving shadows thrown by the moonlight
in caverns of foulness cold as ice
Chaos creatures surround my
the curse of sleep has bound me
I can see the shadows rising
A cloak of black, spreading darkness
eyes of fire, blazing madness
burning..., suffering...
Just take a look at my eyes
the hellfire will make you die
a breath of mine will cover you with frost
a spell of mine and you will turn to dust
obey me.......forever
stay with me........forever
I can see the eyes of hate......is it too late
shadows hunting me.......there is no escape
I can feel the sphere of cold........behind me
there must be a way out........but I canA't see
Landscapes, moving...........reality, twisting
the touch of a cold hand
trapped in shadowland
My eyes are closed, the night has gone by
the sun will rise, on the daylight sky
and as I dream, the nightmare never ends
dying in shadowland
He takes me by my hand
he guides me to the promised land
the gates are shut behind me
darkness is the last thing that I can see
he takes me away........
the stars will rise on the blackend sky
And as I dream the nightmare never ends
I will enter Shadowland
The forests dark eternal fires burn
in my dreams a path without return
moving shadows thrown by the moonlight
in caverns of foulness cold as ice
Chaos creatures surround my
the curse of sleep has bound me
I can see the shadows rising
A cloak of black, spreading darkness
eyes of fire, blazing madness
burning..., suffering...
Just take a look at my eyes
the hellfire will make you die
a breath of mine will cover you with frost
a spell of mine and you will turn to dust
obey me.......forever
stay with me........forever
I can see the eyes of hate......is it too late
shadows hunting me.......there is no escape
I can feel the sphere of cold........behind me
there must be a way out........but I canA't see
Landscapes, moving...........reality, twisting
the touch of a cold hand
trapped in shadowland
My eyes are closed, the night has gone by
the sun will rise, on the daylight sky
and as I dream, the nightmare never ends
dying in shadowland
He takes me by my hand
he guides me to the promised land
the gates are shut behind me
darkness is the last thing that I can see
he takes me away........
Cryptic Wintermoon