Music: T. Gustafsson, U. Gustafsson Lyrics: R. Olson
In dream of darkest grief I see the thoughts stand as trees As crimson scars are breaking through The frozen skies where I have my moon
Through the dark I try to walk Where no one can hear the words I talk A wind of cleansing cold caressed the mournful sight That was my last Glowing before my distant eyes a livid moonlight seems so wise Haunting every thought that passed in beckons me To seek the vast
Sad fog over sinister runes
All the dim is clear for me but still I can not touch what I see The glade I have reached is calm and cold All the hidden should be told But where is relief now when I am here When I am come through all these years Grey veils lies before my hands where the runes of my fate stands
Stalking through the ended nights My funeral fire shines to the skies I burn into ashes to meet my moon Through sad fog over sinister runes The flames caressed me into mist, extinguished my thoughts to resist An abyss opened under me, sorrows gave me to my dreams Now when all paths back are lost, I can feel the falling frost Forever to be shunned inside remembranch which is not mine
When thoughts are cold and all horizons ends to glow My shadows melts into a silent lake Where frozen streams shall flow All I see is light above that vanishes through the dim Now I close my eyes into the past To drown through the dark and grim