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 night birds 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, so splendid to rape Tall are the shadows that dance before me as they Show 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 pouding, 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 And now they die, pure sorrow flow My soul's funeral, too close to the end Now they die, purest blood pours Forever die, but I mu I must die Through the sky And I'm in the forest I must die Follow the wind, go north my child To the purest of winters Go to the forest that really never ends There you'll find your fate And to The North I rode, on the coldest go way I watched the mountains where the frost begun Where no angels ever dared to tread Where Death is all mine At last I found The Throne of Bereavement Grimm and bleak, it's raised to The Sky The Velvet Thorns (of Drynwhyl) are mine And so are Death and Sadness Sadness, oh Night birds see See My Final Sacrifice In the trees you will hear my voice Ever falling, ever calling All this, in front of our eyes In a darkened secret you've made As on in your darkness, and I wish say Ten strings of dakness on a violin sad Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral Ashes spreads on The North Storm I can fly