Insomnium
Winter’s Gate, Pt. 6
Stumbling forward
In knee-deep snow
The wind is whipping
My face in frozen slashes

Void of direction
Void of hope
I call her name
In the whiteout

There amidst the raging coldness
I catch her figure
The fear of death is staring
At me through her eyes

Through the wind’s howl
A scream now rises
Something moves in the whirl of snow
Creatures born out of winter’s furor
Closing in on us!

Through the cave’s mouth
A crack in the stone wall
I’m tearing my way
Right into the dark
A beast is rending
The ground behind me
Killing all the light!

Hear the grinding
Of stone against stone
I’m crawling deeper
In the dark