INSOMNIUM - Wail of the North

Lyrics: Under these cold northern stars Songs are filled with sorrow Brief is the time of summer winds Moon is sad as the night Here the callous frost slowly crawls inside the hearts Here the winter's breeze will break the purest soul Grown on this rimed soil we've learnt to rue and yearn Grown in these bleak woods we've learnt to forsake our dreams And again, the mourning unfolds before me Like an open black grave (Like an open black grave)