Penultimate Vision of the Befallen (Beyond Celtic Cromlechs)

There breeds the winterstorms Upon the mountains of ice and scorn Where the Throne of mist lies Upon burning skies There breeds the frozen rain Upon the desolate hills of pain Where the stars triumphant gleam Shines brightly, as if in a dream As if in a dream... There breeds the rising sun Upon the fields in land forgotten Where the skies before me die As darkness consumes my eyes Conspiracy of ravens flock towards the northern sky To the aurora borealis shining before my eyes Spirits black in decrescendo to the falling moonlight Sing funereal hymns of a most blackened night My spirit will set fire to the air Perishing in this celtic winterland Here is where I die I die I die And where the winds shall carry my throe-filled cries You will see my aurora scar the sky