| 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 |