Music: T. Gustafsson, U. Gustafsson

Lyrics: R. Olson



In dream of darkest grief

I see the thoughts stand as trees

As crimson scars are breaking through

The frozen skies where I have my moon



Through the dark I try to walk

Where no one can hear the words I talk

A wind of cleansing cold caressed the mournful sight

That was my last

Glowing before my distant eyes a livid moonlight seems so wise

Haunting every thought that passed in beckons me

To seek the vast



Sad fog over sinister runes



All the dim is clear for me but still I can not touch what I see

The glade I have reached is calm and cold

All the hidden should be told

But where is relief now when I am here

When I am come through all these years

Grey veils lies before my hands where the runes of my fate stands



Stalking through the ended nights

My funeral fire shines to the skies

I burn into ashes to meet my moon

Through sad fog over sinister runes

The flames caressed me into mist, extinguished my thoughts to resist

An abyss opened under me, sorrows gave me to my dreams

Now when all paths back are lost, I can feel the falling frost

Forever to be shunned inside remembranch which is not mine



When thoughts are cold and all horizons ends to glow

My shadows melts into a silent lake

Where frozen streams shall flow

All I see is light above that vanishes through the dim

Now I close my eyes into the past

To drown through the dark and grim