Walserland from Duskborn by Indren

Upon crests where mortals don't tread
Through alpine gates our story began
Harsh summits loomed, guarding our path
Winds stinging deep, yet sweeter they sang

This land of glaciers and towering peaks
Far beyond the Alps our fate unfolds
Songs of this mountains we call home
The eco of our legend carries on

The weight of each step, we sunk in the frost
Enduring spirits at the edge of the world
The glacier’s gleam has carved its trace,
In furrows etched on each weathered face

Fragments of eternities lie scattered in those mountains
As echoes they recall our days of glory
Still our pride grows stronger in our stories and in each stone

This land of glaciers and towering peaks
Far beyond the Alps our fate unfolds
Songs of this mountains we call home
The eco of our legend carries on

Legends exist to grasp an instant from eternity’s hands
In the echo of this song
Sun will never set on this land

• Metal
• alpine black metal
• atmospheric black metal
• black metal
• italian black metal
• Italy