The Rift - Wolfheart

Standing on the coast

Hearing black waters call my name

Waves carry the whispers

To the shore

With the wind

The surface of the sea begins to stir

The storm is closing in

Rising from the north

Whispers turn into a scream

The fury of the winds

Drain power from the sea

Black rain falls

Upon the earth

Cleanse it from the blood

Pour the flood

Into the sea

Let the current pull me under

Let me fall into the ocean floor

Into the deep

Towards the darkest grandeur

Of the northern trench

Into the abyss I fall

The rift will conceal

Buries in the tomb

In the absence of the light

The pressure ties the chains

The darkness blinds the eyes

The waters of the north

Swallow inside

Into the sea

Let the current pull me under

Let me fall into the ocean floor

Into the deep

Towards the darkest grandeur

Of the northern trench

Into the abyss I fall