february 93)



Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad

I watch the Mountains where the Frost begins

The Northern Storm is Guiding me

To the Forest



Silently the Nightbirds fly

Their last scream my eternal Dirge

Under the Fullmoon a Funeral

In the Forest



Still I walk with open wounds but the Third is now

rising

Through the ashes of a Dying Love a new soul is born

I watch the feathers like Snow in the Winter

The Angels that fell, splendid to rape



Tall are the shadows that dance before me

as they

Shows the way to the Dawn

An Autumn forest that never reach

Condemned to Sorrow



Chasing the Wind / Like a Spirit fly

Through the Autumn trees / Towards the Sky

Hoofs are pounding / In the clouds above

The Chariot of Sorrow / Watch me die

Hear the Violin / So sad and blackened

Like a Breeze / The songs of Drynhwyl

Chasing the wind / Like my spirit die

Dreaming of the Queen / The queen of roses



Now they die, Pure Sorrow flow

My Souls Funeral, Too close to the End

Now they Die, Purest blood pours

Forever Die, but I must...



I must Die

Through the Sky

And the Forest



Follow the Wind, go North my Child

to the purest of Winters

Go to the Forest that never Ends

There you'll find your fate



And to the North I rode, on the coldest of winds

I watched the Mountains where the frost begun

Where no Angels ever dare to tread

Where Death is all mine



At last I found the Throne of Bereavement

Grim and bleak raised to the Sky

The Velvet Thorns of Drynhwyl are mine

and so are death and sadness



See...

My final Sacrfice

In the trees you will hear my voice

ever calling ever falling



Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad

Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral

Ashes spread in the Northern Storm