[Music: Sipilä & CHARON Lyrics: Leppäluoto]



White dreams of sour relish 

four candles in VIRGINS nest 

Sweet rhyme of brook flows in our minds... we fly. 

Words in a cold frost eve, 

taken by the form of breeze 

Falling down before they get to known... the sough 



Drunken by a fierce of night 

and some who RECLAIMED my mind 

The dark is longer than we thought, so cold. 

Black snow shall fade our shapes 

roots of the oak EMBRACE 

Sweet rhyme of brook flows through our times, alive. 



A quiet pray, another day 

for the words that never said. 

November's eve, four of a breeze 

for the words that never feels, 

Forever we die, forever disdain 

in WHITE dreams of sour relish. 

Forever white, forever night 

loose love cleaves to a DARK.