And so does the downhearted tune Resound through this murky night
And the wind groan its wistful song For the ill These two round Forward slowly through this grey day Under the fores'ts white canopy
Out of the drifting snow's way With rime dressed
With guilt carved
With grim stained
Between hope and despair With rime dressed
With guilt carved With grim stainedIf they ever be free of their sins May the stars become my eyes And the wind become my hearing
Let them guide us through These pitch
May the snowfall end And the shining moon rise So we can find our way out From these all Underneath the blanket of stars
Embraced by another cold night Two round
Leave these shores behind Quietly they wonder If they ever will see the light They now lose in their shadows Owe to the darkest of nights.
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