| Song | Frozen Outland |
| Artist | NightCreepers |
| Album | Alpha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
| Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
| Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
| They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
| We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
| Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
| They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
| Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
| Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
| Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
| They inspire me, creating a full light | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
| I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
| Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
| This might be the longest journey… | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That took me away | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That made me awoke… | |
| I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking… | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won't fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I've fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast… | |
| I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking… | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won't fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I've fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast… |
| Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
| Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
| Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
| They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
| We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
| Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
| They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
| Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
| Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
| Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
| They inspire me, creating a full light | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
| I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
| Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
| This might be the longest journey | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That took me away | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That made me awoke | |
| I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast | |
| I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast |
| Souls arise from all sides, as the envoys of a world | |
| Without flaw, yet purity has gone | |
| Gathering winds and blowing in my mind | |
| They inspire me, creating a whole sphere | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Scourge of our time, freed by ourselves | |
| We are all slaves of invention and progress | |
| Gathering Earth and smashing in my mind, | |
| They inspire me, creating a pure nil | |
| Get lost, delegate of the top, | |
| Enter the realm of nothing at all | |
| Gathering fire and burning my spirit | |
| They inspire me, creating a full light | |
| I will always miss the western shore, | |
| Where everything has started and everything will end | |
| But I must defy the weight of life, | |
| Making my way in my frozen outland | |
| Souls of my dreams, masters of all shapes | |
| I wont get trapped by the illusion of truth | |
| Gathering waters and drowning myself | |
| This might be the longest journey | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That took me away | |
| A yell when the night falls, | |
| Covered the shire of the unknown | |
| Spelling resurrection of the forces | |
| That made me awoke | |
| I can see it, shining away like the one path | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast | |
| I can feel it, carried away like the storm | |
| By now, we, the wolfpack, are walking | |
| Towards the trails of battle, we won' t fall | |
| Across the tide, and guided by the wind | |
| I' ve fed my soul with anger and frost | |
| Until the end is cast |