Oblivion

Darkness surrounds us, on a cold winter's night.

A fire for metal is burning so bright.

Waiting for the right time

When fortune we will find

Braking the silence, we're one of a kind

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We are Winterlong reaching for the top of the hills.

Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go.

We're leaving the playground

To reach higher grounds

We stand by our six strings a warriors sound.

[Chorus]

We are Winterlong reaching for the top of the hills.

Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go.