A very cosy tune.
hard rock
metal
female
deathmetal
blackmetal
death
evanescence
folk music
gothic metal
pagan
forest
folkmetal
gate
garmarna
vintersorg
otyg
finntroll
Story behind the song
It's so old. Can't remember.
Lyrics
A bramble climbing on, the mouldy facing
And Old house borers, the walls are tasting
Somewhere deep within, thick vegetation
Deserted then forgotten, caught my adoration
And all the thing’s he must have seen
He’s lived longer than any of all breathing things
A livespann crossing many centuries
And now the curtain’s fallen for the final scen
Drowsy dilapidated, this poor old bloke
Dauntless of time and, its weighing yoke
Silent slumbering, in natures deathbed
A crown of lichenes, decorate his head
But he seems settled with his years
Does not really care about what the future brings
Disrepairing state in steady pace increase
But suffer? No, he meets his fate without tears
A woven chapel in which he waits
With all the gracious beauty of decay
As the wild is reclaiming its space
The hovel’s song slowly rotting away
Nothing will ever remain the same
A new song for each and every day
Nothing will ever remain the same
A new loss for each and every day
Everytning will be devoured by the wood
No one will ever tell where it ones stood
Already hard to see that somethings there
And he could fall by slightest breeze in the air