BlackShore Lyrics

Hear the call of the black shore
Hear! It calls you home...
The call of your blood makes you dream
Of ancient fathers' pride...
The waves keep you in cold embrace
The might and the strength of the sea
Tremble you down to the ground
Awaking your heathen fire...

As clear as the water the fathers drank
A vision strikes your eye
A face of a land so far away
In the realm of the ancient gods...
A burning sun sets the land on fire
You're longing for the home of your blood
You're longing for your homeshores mountainside
Mighty forests of darkened dreams...

In the autumnwind a breath of winter
Falling leaves in raising storms
Frost crawls slowly through the vains of life
Arctic streams in cosmic nights...
Cold glare of the stars
Lifeless, contrasted shapes
There are no secrets of the moon
Just the mirrored picture in the sea...

Hear the call of the black shore
Hear! It calls you home
The call of your blood makes you dream
Of ancient fathers' pride...