Cult Of Luna - The Great Migration Lyrics






Heed the capercaillies call.
A premonition of an oncoming war.
Leave behind all that you hold inside.

The howls gets stronger, they are coming.
Wicked is the atmosphere.
Ungodly is the swell.
Our bodies explode in true emotions.

Let the beacon fires burn.
The night is ours.
A maternal light illuminates these last moments.
Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell.





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  1. J.... ....

    The singer sounds like he's taking a huge shit

    J.... ....

    JTNugget Haha my sympathies to your digestive tract

  2. P.... D....

    Some people dislike this album compared to other works they've made. I don't know why, I love its rawness and the way it feels, like marching forward through a kind of wasteland.

    P.... D....

    Yeah, easelly one of their best album.