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Ten strings of darkness on a violin sad |
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I watch the mountains where the frost begins |
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The northern storm is guiding me |
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To the forest |
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Silently the night birds fly |
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Their last scream my eternal dirge |
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Under the full moon a funeral |
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In the forest |
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Still I walk with open wounds but the third is now rising |
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Through the ashes of a dying love a new soul is born |
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I watch the feathers like snow in the winter |
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The angels that fell, so splendid to rape |
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Tall are the shadows that dance before me |
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as they show the way to the dawn |
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An autumn forest that never reach |
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Condemned to sorrow |
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Chasing the Wind / Like a spirit fly |
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Through the Autumn trees / Towards the sky |
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Hoofs are pounding / In the clouds above |
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The Chariot of sorrow / Watch me die |
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Hear the Violin / So sad and blackened |
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Like a Breeze / The songs of Drynhwyl |
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Chasing the wind / Like my spirit dies |
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Dreaming of the Queen / The queen of roses |
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Now they die, pure sorrow flow |
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My soul's funeral, too close to the end |
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Now they die, purest blood pours |
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Forever die, but I must... |
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I must die |
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Through the sky |
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And the forest |
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Follow the wind, go north my child |
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To the purest of winters |
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Go to the forest that never ends |
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There you'll find your fate |
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And to the north I rode, on the coldest of winds |
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I watched the mountains where the frost began |
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Where no angels ever dare to tread |
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Where death is all mine |
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At last I found the throne of bereavement |
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Grim and bleak raised to the sky |
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The velvet thorns of Drynhwyl are mine |
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and so are death and sadness |
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See... |
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My final sacrifice |
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In the trees you will hear my voice |
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ever calling ever falling |
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Ten strings of darkness on a violin sad |
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Flowing tunes on autumn Funeral |
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Ashes spread in the northern storm |
