Ten Strings of on a violin sad I watch the where the frost begin The northern storm is me To the
Silently the birds fly last scream, my eternal dirge Under the moon, a funeral In the
Still I walk with open wounds but the third is now Through the ashes of a dying love, a new is born Watch the feathers like in the winter The angels that fell, so to rape
Tall are the shadows that dance me As they the way to the dawn An autumn forest never reach Condemned to
Chasing wind, a spirit fly the autumn trees towards the sky Hoofs are pounding, in the above of sorrow, watch me die
Hear the violin, so sad and Like a breeze, the of Drynhwyl Chasing the wind, like my die of the queen, the queen of roses
Now they die, sorrow flow My souls funeral, too to the end Now they die, purest blood die, but I must, I must die Through the sky, behind the forest, I die
Follow the wind, go east child To the of winters Go to the forest that never end you'll find your fate
And to the north I rode, on the of winds I watched the mountains the frost began no angels ever dare to tread Where is all mine
At I found the throne of bereavement Grim and bleak to the sky The velvet thorns of Drynhwyl are And so are and sadness
Sadness, ohh
See my final In the trees you will my voice Ever calling, falling
Darkness in of our eyes A darkened circle you've As you leave and I have to stay
Ten Strings of darkness on a sad tunes on autumn funeral Ashes in the northern storm I can fly