Alone in the night, Frijo is crying; she has been left by her husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play in the green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields of flowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from the elven choirs.Running waters making them dream, lakes where they bathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky. They were happy, they had their Golden Age . Now, all she left is her Golden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness to what once was - to what is lost forever, until a New World is born,after Ragnarok.In the meanwhile, give our dear Frijo some warm thouhts, to help her through the cold nights.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
