Edges of the Earth

from Edges of the Earth by Great Cold Emptiness



Northern winds call me home
But not without a gentle caress of the flowing stream
A hearth beckons to lay nearest a sleeping child
While the morning summer rain gently knocks the oak door down

The winter howled not unlike the stars in the void
The shrine of the ancients stood so tall
Proud, like mountains tearing the grey and eternal sky

Oh, how I long for a taste of hyperborea
Longing the soft and nocturnal whispers of time
The cosmic dance of my family
Painting fire on the night sky

For I am the son of a thousand farmers
Tending the land of their ancestors
What greater life is there than the hunt
And somber collection of stones for the harvest

The candle's idle kiss warms the ice above the hearth
Slowly, they glide towards the stone floor
Like tears they cascade, leaving marks on the pine wood

Oh, how I yearn for a home nearest the sea
Where my fathers have laid rest their weary bones
How I ache for a time to pass
Where I may join them in another age


from Edges of the Earth, released August 22, 2018


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Great Cold Emptiness Saint Agatha, Maine

Great Cold Emptiness is a Cinematic Black Metal band crafted to share the lore of my home in Aroostook County, Maine and Québec

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