Velvet Thorns (Of Drynwhyl)

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