Silent people walking by, They are leaving, again
Someone is leaving. They don't seem to be well.
Quiet death on their faces


Buried a few of them today, the children and the
Old by the road. I could give them shelter, but they

Decide to go.

Village is empty, dead, cold, rampty - Only frozen bodies

Greet my arrival. Tortured by the plague, a ghost town.

But her face I could not find. I searched for her in the woods

Again and kept a light on my window, for anyone to come. But
When even the trail of dead ended by the road,
I gave up waiting, hoping.


In this kingdom of my loneliness, on this throne of my thoughts.


Maybe I'm the old one, sheltered by these woods.
And when I lay my body to rest I watch the ballet of shadows.
Dancing through the flame of a candle. Taking me to sleep...


But the night trembled my heart, for black wings moved upon me.
Hoping for my time to come, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

But like every night before, death did not come.

The wings, they moved and danced. as a butterfly they kept dancing,

Dancing around my candle. But why are you here when Evael is lost still?

The morning came with its cold caress. I curse your light for waking me again.

The candle burnt down, and the burnt wings beside. Is this a sign of Evael, I arise.

I opened my window, painted by thick ice, took a deep breath and whispered her name in the air.


The freezing summer burned my lungs again as I walked through the snow.
Looked deeper into the woods, and the trees waved their heads in sorrow.