Ten Strings of on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost The storm is guiding me To the
Silently the birds fly Their last scream, my dirge Under the full moon, a In the
I walk with open wounds but the third is now rising Through the ashes of a love, a new soul is born Watch the feathers like in the winter The angels fell, so splendid to rape
Tall are the shadows dance before me As they the way to the dawn An forest that never reach Condemned to
Chasing wind, a spirit fly the autumn trees towards the sky Hoofs are pounding, in the above Chariot of sorrow, me die
Hear the violin, so sad and a breeze, the songs of Drynhwyl Chasing the wind, my spirit die of the queen, the queen of roses
Now they die, sorrow flow My souls funeral, too to the end Now they die, blood pours die, but I must, I must die Through the sky, the forest, I must die
Follow the wind, go east child To the of winters Go to the that will never end There you'll 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 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 death and
Sadness, ohh
See my final In the trees you will hear my calling, ever falling
Darkness in of our eyes A darkened circle you've As you darkness and I have to stay
Ten of darkness on a violin sad tunes on autumn funeral Ashes spread in the storm I can fly