Silent the murky waters flow And a raven calls me fool Thus ends a painful memory Or does it start a new
I weep, I cry, but not one sigh Does leave my dried out soul My heart unfree, my fate is bound To an arcane misery
Mournful sings the dying bard Of anguish and of thee A man who owns a frozen heart Dies like a rotten tree
King I was called, right hand of god Fulfilling deeds on earth Dead I should be, I’m broken See I’m just a fool of hate
A kingdom’s lost beauty And the rise of the moon Where at night a black raven Calls me home too soon
Lost kingdom... all beauty’s gone…
Thou cry so much, my shattered friend Yet I could help, I own the land For I’m the spirit of these woods And know the mournful fate
Yet there is hope to be released From this thy misery To dream away what threatens thee And finish agony
I beg thee, if by any chance My pain would go away I’d pay my price, be it so high My life’s a worn out lie
Even if it costs thy soul? Even if My life is worthless than my soul
Where the frost spirits wither Then shall be thy release You’ll awake from the slumber And the lands rest in peace
A kingdom’s lost beauty And its final moonrise Lost forever And end it comes too soon
The icy winds shiver Place of ancient war Call the spirits of the night Not… to judge… Oh how could it happen As I should have known That she was true loyal Now I am alone
Murdered her while she dreams So innocent and calm The traitor was my own one son Oh holy crown, be gone
A kingdom’s lost beauty And the rise of the moon Where at night a black raven Calls me home all too soon
Thus begins a decade of sorrow Ten years of an agonized dream Where to it leads, wherefrom he’d come Still secret of the OneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
