A vision through a moonstill water The story of a long lost child Inside this gruesome blackness This massive hole of emptiness From the ever he could touch the sky Yet as he tried to climb The walls

A vision through a moonstill water
The story of a long lost child
Inside this gruesome blackness
This massive hole of emptiness

From the ever he could touch the sky
Yet as he tried to climb
The walls crumbled to dust
And inside, the boy appeared

I watched him

As I lie here, knowing I will
(Never) Get away from here
(Alive) Through death...
No one can do anything but to wait
As I slowly wither from within

Soon I won't be able to move
(Will I see the land)
Soon I won't be able to speak
(Where my ancestors sleep)
So

As I lie here, knowing I will
(never) Get away from here
(alive) Through death
No one can do anything but to wait
As I slowly wither from within

Soon I won't be able to move
- Will I see the land
Soon I won't be able to speak
- Where my ancestors sleep
Soon

Come winter, cold and frosty
Hold me firmly in your vice
With majestic force you hold
This world in your white hand

Come winter, white preserver
Cover my body with white lace

Come winter, pure and shining
I pleed thee for eternal existence
You have the might t

...The soughing of the wind
The thunder of the avalanches
The roar of the waterfalls
The howling of the wolves...

Come winter, cold and frosty
Hold me firmly in your vice
With majestic force you hold
This world in your white hand

Come winter, white preserver

I died mentally but my body lives on
Half a life I lead as I linger on
Sorrow I breed and sorrow I feed
Half a death I suffer as I try to withdraw

My sickness is no disease
A mind in hell
Can such a thing be revealed
In silence I cry out
Born dead my plea for re

O' dreamy whisperer, o' serene wind
Traverse through me and bring close to my kin
Into the tree so the mountain may sing
Ashes are flowers, my fountain to spring

Gather old stones as my soul is set free
Lay them in nests of all infinity
Steep hills through crypts and th

It's wonderful; Darkness is my bride
This shrine overwhelms me
As I become one with my own fate

Through the inverted land I journey
Where the seas of joy fall
From the eclipse of blackness

Some soothing darkness crawls up my spine
This truth overwhelms me
The

To feel a bleeding soul; Agony of the mind
The bliss of torment echoes through my brain
Such waste; A loss of will
Echoes through lost time

I curse life, for which I hunger
I curse life, from which I am bereaved
I curse the chill of life
And welcome the warmth of de

Light is dim
In fact, it is naught
Spring went into summer
Yet summer stepped aside
As autumn took its place
Then autumn died
And winter came to stay...

Beyond the waste remains
Of autumns decayed suit
Neither heat nor frost
Maketh any difference

S

Light is dim
In fact, it is naught
Spring went into summer,
Yet summer stepped aside
As autumn took its place
Then autumn died
And winter came to stay

Beyond the waste remains of
Autumns decayed suit
Neither heat nor frost
Maketh any difference

Sil

Spring ... Writhe
Autumn ... Rise
Twilight ... Begin
Decay ... Thus bring

Disharmony their son
The blackening of the sun
Betrayal begun
Disoriented creed, all past begone

Darkness can't hide them
From our moonlight gone black

It's born again
The

Spring ... Writhe
Autumn ... Rise
Twilight ... Begin
Decay ... Thus bring

Disharmony their son
The blackening of the sun
Betrayal begun
Disoriented creed, all past begone

Darkness can't hide them
From our moonlight gone black

It's born again
The

Every night I feel it behind me
Every night I sense its presence
Every night it's haunting me
As ominious as my dyed counscience

Every night it turns every dream
Into a frowsty nightmare
Every night I want to turn
And finally face this shadow

In a frowsty chil

Behold, the sky is falling down
As twilight descends
Shattered rays still filter through
As the veil of darkness unfolds

In rapture I see all grace is gone
Embraced, all light now sleeps

The fall has come
This time is my home
At this time of year
All my an

The night is black, without a moon
The air is thick, and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possess