Insomnium The Elder

In the Halls Of Awaiting 2002 In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf Land now bare and naed, awaits it s snowy sheet And as the light still lingers, painting scarlet this barren scene An old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish I m a whirl deep in dark waters, A stare in the shades of firtrees I m riding above with north wind, Herding the black clouds of rain Mine is the kingdom, Far from the moon to the sun I am the elder, Standing forever as one And in that sudde