From the past the winds of Melancholy blow...    I hear The Call of the ancient wind  I feel its blow (and) its Freezing Cold  And I see no more...  For the wind has Frozen my eyes    Hubris!    Pride goes before Destruction  And a haughty spirit  Before A Fall    I see not tomorrow, only the past  The Cold Pain of Lost Burns my eyes  I try to close my eyes, alas I can't  For The Tears have Frozen my eyes    Raped from all virtue  I scream my Rage  The millenium Harvest  Is there a god left to pray to?    Compassion, such a lie  Choose your side  Or be Shoved to the ground  Depression (and) Aggression  They're A Legion  And I Mourn (for the past bygone)    Mournfully I Weep for the future Lost  The Freezing Cold (oh, The Cold!)  Bloodred Tears my eyes Bleed  For the past gone and (best?) Forgotten    ...And the wind Closed the gates of tomorrow