Ten Strings of on a violin sad I the mountains where the frost begin The northern storm is me To the
Silently the birds fly Their scream, my eternal dirge Under the full moon, a In the
Still I with open wounds but the third is now rising Through the of a dying love, a new soul is born Watch the feathers like snow in the The angels fell, so splendid to rape
Tall are the shadows that before me As they show the way to the An autumn that never reach to sorrow
Chasing wind, like a fly Through the trees towards the sky Hoofs are pounding, in the clouds Chariot of sorrow, me die
Hear the violin, so sad and Like a breeze, the songs of the wind, like my spirit die Dreaming of the queen, the of roses
Now they die, pure sorrow My souls funeral, too to the end Now they die, purest pours Forever die, but I must, I die Through the sky, behind the forest, I die
Follow the wind, go east child To the purest of 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 where the frost began Where no angels ever to tread death is all mine
At I found the throne of bereavement Grim and raised to the sky The velvet of Drynhwyl are mine And so are and sadness
Sadness, ohh
See my sacrifice In the trees you will hear my Ever calling, ever
Darkness in front of our A darkened circle you've As you leave darkness and I have to
Ten Strings of darkness on a sad Flowing tunes on funeral spread in the northern storm I can fly