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 Nightbirds 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, splendid to rape

Tall are the shadows that dance before me

as they
Shows 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 pounding / 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

Now they die, Pure Sorrow flow

My Souls Funeral, Too close to the End
Now they Die, Purest blood pours
Forever Die, but I must...


I must Die
Through the Sky

And the Forest

Follow the Wind, go North my Child

to the purest of Winters
Go to the Forest that never Ends
There you'll find your fate


And to the North I rode, on the coldest of winds
I watched the Mountains where the frost begun

Where no Angels ever dare to tread
Where Death is all mine


At last I found the Throne of Bereavement
Grim and bleak raised to the Sky
The Velvet Thorns of Drynhwyl are mine

and so are death and sadness

See...

My final Sacrfice
In the trees you will hear my voice
ever calling ever falling


Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad
Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral

Ashes spread in the Northern Storm