Marble Soul - Ihsahn

Shadows seep through the pores

Of a rain worn, marble statue

And drain the fading colours

From the depths of my eyes

To see, and feel this frozen river

That is tears and blood and fate

Washing over me, like a cleansing fire

Washing over me, like it was mine

And in this raging storm

Where reveries take form

To see the outlines of a destiny unfold

The sleeping giants rise

Like bodies trapped in ice

Their gaze transfixed on the horizon

Like a cleansing fire

Washing over me

Like it was mine

Beneath the words

Below the lies

Deep within the blackened halls

Of weaknesses and cries

To glimpse the contours

Of a long-forgotten jewel

Place the chisel, lift the hammer high

And in this raging storm

Where reveries take form

To see the outlines of a destiny unfold

The sleeping giants rise

Like bodies trapped in ice

Their gaze transfixed on the horizon