Ten strings of darkness on a violin sad
I watch the mountains where The Frost begins
The northern storm is guiding me
To The Forest
Silently the night birds fly
Their last scream, my eternal dirge
Under the fullmoon a funeral
In The Forest

Still I walk with open wounds, but the third is now rising
Through the ashes of a dying love a new soul is born
I watch the feathers like snow in the winter
The angels that fell, so splendid to rape
Tall are the shadows that dance before me as they
Show the way to the dawn
An autumn forest that never reach
Condemned to sorrow

Chasing the wind, like a spirit fly
Through the autumn trees, towards the sky
Hoofs are pouding, in the clouds above
The chariot of sorrow, watch me die
Hear the violin, so sad and blackened
Like a breeze the songs of Drynhwyl
Chasing the wind, like my spirit die
Dreaming of The Queen, The Queen of Roses

And now they die, pure sorrow flow
My soul's funeral, too close to the end
Now they die, purest blood pours
Forever die, but I mu
I must die
Through the sky
And I'm in the forest
I must die

Follow the wind, go north my child
To the purest of winters
Go to the forest that really never ends
There you'll find your fate

And to The North I rode, on the coldest go way
I watched the mountains where the frost begun
Where no angels ever dared to tread
Where Death is all mine

At last I found The Throne of Bereavement
Grimm and bleak, it's raised to The Sky
The Velvet Thorns (of Drynwhyl) are mine
And so are Death and Sadness
Sadness, oh

Night birds see

See
My Final Sacrifice
In the trees you will hear my voice
Ever falling, ever calling

All this, in front of our eyes
In a darkened secret you've made
As on in your darkness, and I wish say

Ten strings of dakness on a violin sad
Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral
Ashes spreads on The North Storm

I can fly