Ten Strings of darkness on a sad I the mountains where the frost begin The northern storm is me To the
Silently the night fly Their scream, my eternal dirge the full moon, a funeral In the
I walk with open wounds but the third is now rising Through the ashes of a dying love, a new soul is Watch the feathers like in the winter The angels fell, so splendid to rape
Tall are the shadows that dance me As they the way to the dawn An autumn forest that reach Condemned to
Chasing wind, a spirit fly Through the trees towards the sky Hoofs are pounding, in the above Chariot of sorrow, me die
the violin, so sad and blackened Like a breeze, the songs of Chasing the wind, my spirit die of the queen, the queen of roses
Now they die, pure sorrow My souls funeral, too to the end Now they die, purest blood Forever die, but I must, I die Through the sky, behind the forest, I die
Follow the wind, go north child To the of winters Go to the forest that never end There find your fate
And to the north I rode, on the coldest of I watched the mountains where the frost no angels ever dare to tread Where death is all
At last I found the of bereavement Grim and raised to the sky The velvet of Drynhwyl are mine And so are death and
Sadness, ohh
See my sacrifice In the trees you will my voice calling, ever falling
Darkness in front of our A darkened circle you've As you darkness and I have to stay
Ten Strings of darkness on a sad Flowing tunes on autumn spread in the northern storm I can fly