Paroles
[Verse 1 – Spoken or clean vocals]
From the ashlands I sailed, from Red Mountain’s flame,
To a place where fire sleeps beneath eternal frost.
They spoke of glory, coin, and conquest in the snow—
But the wind here whispers only of things long lost.
[Verse 2 – Sung with rising intensity]
The tide has left me on a cursed shore
Where pines like spears guard ancient lore.
A land unclaimed by gods or kings,
Where wolves and wraiths and old blood sing.
[Chorus – Atmospheric, slow-burning power]
Solstheim… frozen fang of the North
Land of storm, of claw, of oath
The sky weeps ash, the ground drinks fear
And something hunts… too close, too near
[Bridge – Instrumental with wind howls, raven calls, ambient drums]
[Verse 3 – Growled or harsh vocals]
Fort Frostmoth looms like a broken crown
Its garrison hollow, its captain drowned
The locals speak in riddled tone
Of spirits stirring in the stone
[Chorus – Atmospheric, slow-burning power]
Solstheim… frozen fang of the North
Land of storm, of claw, of oath
The sky weeps ash, the ground drinks fear
And something hunts… too close, too near
[Outro – Soft, haunting]
A stranger here… yet not unknown
The snow remembers every bone
And under moons both full and red
The Hunt prepares, the past’s not dead
Style de musique
dark electronic metal, rich but lower male vocal, epic, ECLIPTIC wide range chorus