"I have seen the lambs bled dry,
My wife and child's lives taken,
By the hands of jealousy,
The lust for revenge starved,
I have seen an island,
Between life and death,
Where the forests call me,
To where my fate lies carved..."
The bitter north winds,
Rouse me from my dreams,
Awake on an unknown shore,
Where time's beset,
By the moon's regret,
That mourns forever more,
To angels song
"The nights become!"
From some hollow dark abyss,
The hourglass stands,
Drained of sand,
'Neath mountains bled in mist,
"...and from the mouth of the forest,
calls me into the wilds,
A storm of wild Roses....
The flower of my child..."
The bitter north winds,
Rouse me from my dreams,
Awake on an unknown shore,
Where life's beset,
By the moon's regret,
That haunts forever more,
The angels scorn:
"The night is born!"
From breath of age old Myth,
Where now I stand,
Uncharted lands,
Of mountains bled in mist,
"To what do I owe the veil of evening grace...
...who bore the funeral gown of starlit sky?"
I...
I am from a time 3000 years before your unworthy dreams,
My wordless grief shall shape mountains and scold lands,
My pain shall bore deep into the heart of every living thing,
My journey shall be held throughout the ages,
My sorrow drowned by a storm of wild Roses,
By the storm of nightsky - and the dance of Wild Roses!
"...'till justice done and vengeance served...
...and untill that day I am immortal..."
