[Music by Nordavind '91]
Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan
as tears fall from heaven...
once I had hold the
rarest rose,
But, that is now forgotten with time...
Among the tree's I wandered,
To feel the embrace of etemal eclipse
as
my candle bums out,
-And we must make the myths...
Dark is the moon at harvest,
the nightly mist approaches
through the
forlorned marshes,
-Then darkness has now been achieved...
"Crush your earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled through snow and
frost
my feeble heart is longing for the wood,
where all dark cast a shadow...."
It's pale morrow landscape,
Has now risen
through the bleak night
over the moors and mountains,
Flies the hunting ravens..., searching,
Dance through the cold shadows
of Pan,
As tears fall from heaven,
Then, once I had hold the rarest rose...
Frozen is my pagan heart,
And once again the
dawn is here
hear the sound of silence,
In these trees....
Are my gallows....