Spectral Wound - La nuit froide de l'oubli lyrics

Into forests boreal, Abies balsamea Seeking meaning, finding nothing but a frozen reflection A tyrant restored to the throne, ringed by his mewling sons Pater Dominis, cling to the hem of his robe What succour do you hope awaits in the mountains dark and cold? The comforting embrace of divinities of old? Embattled - So fragile New skin for old ritual Into forests boreal Beyond the Taiga shield Plutôt la nature morte… Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli