作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
 作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt
Three thousand dreams in pale moonlight
Counting...
Three thousand years of Winter's blight
Ticking off against my heart
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlor
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
Three hundred days in an endless night
The frost smiles
Three hundred weapons on manhunt
Craving more blood to its name
Here come the months of squalor
Clasp death in his parlor
A sorrow celebration
She canes a thousand creations
Cities, violated graves
Yonder distance, perfect slave
You!