Frore meadow in the dark.. Plumelets of your wings are burning
Desolate October grief Falls heavy like boulders of decay Upon crestfallen life which soon Is to be gone And as the days go by All living seems to die
Fallen from grace My soul's grown old Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam Across the hillside Dark moors lay cold And quiet this
This troubled waters burden is Drawning me tonight Of narrow straits of pain and hell Is oceans in my sight Remains of hope wail feeble Death in quiet
Walking out of nowhere Still no place to go out of life Shadows haunt the evening Through a quiet skies Where I am nowhere is to? Fragmented icon, declined
When the evening winds blow high We will reach for the sky Winters cold is drawing by Will we wondering why? As the dew drips from the leaves Open skies
Solely watching life passing by Stranded helpless at withering sky Straying through these mazes bleak With no other place to seek Not far from here
Hearses crawl from grey haze Timeless reign, Shadowed by face of pain As we wait behind our doors For Autumns final blow to come End of all days Days
We ran across frozen mines Sweeping through gates of dawn As the sun was gleaming blue Gaping through me and you
