Z albumu "Grommrok", 2006-01-22
Let the trees be of steelAnd their leaves become razors
Gave me the prize and you fled
I hid among ravens
Half of the Moon is howling
Looking for a mirror
The grave is long forgotten now
One candle is still burning
Did I dream?
Heard you cry?
Did it mean
Say goodbye?
Black clouds in the sky
Sing the funeral march
They hurry in blackened rows
Frightening my ravens
Hallowed ground is frozen now
Reflecting weak Moonlight
I’m trying to walk on the ice
Holding this one candle
Did I hear
Say goodbye?
Will I dream
Not to cry
