Ten Strings of on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the begin The storm is guiding me To the
Silently the birds fly Their scream, my eternal dirge Under the moon, a funeral In the
Still I walk with wounds but the third is now rising Through the ashes of a dying love, a new soul is the feathers like snow in the winter The angels that fell, so to rape
Tall are the shadows that before me As they show the way to the An autumn forest that reach to sorrow
Chasing wind, a spirit fly Through the autumn towards the sky are pounding, in the clouds above Chariot of sorrow, me die
Hear the violin, so sad and a breeze, the songs of Drynhwyl Chasing the wind, my spirit die Dreaming of the queen, the of roses
Now die, pure sorrow flow My souls funeral, too to the end Now they die, purest pours die, but I must, I must die Through the sky, the forest, I must die
Follow the wind, go north child To the of winters Go to the forest that will end There find your fate
And to the north I rode, on the coldest of I watched the mountains the frost began Where no ever dare to tread death is all mine
At I found the throne of bereavement and bleak raised to the sky The thorns of Drynhwyl are mine And so are and sadness
Sadness, ohh
See my sacrifice In the trees you will hear my calling, ever falling
Darkness in of our eyes A circle you've made As you leave darkness and I to stay
Ten Strings of darkness on a sad tunes on autumn funeral Ashes spread in the storm I can fly