Unto you I whisper The wildest dreams
In the coldness of night
Through a frosty dusk Shrouded in crystals
Sould of the fullmoon awaits
Their shadows ablaze
We are all bending Our tired leaves over your empty shell
In the sign of treu esteem
Are you beloved lord
Sighing deep under these waterfalls?
The birds of the sun
Separate these dark clouds I am sworn to the oath
To breathe.
While the winds of winter sleep gently around
At the waters I dwell The waves are still whispering
Ancient lullabies
I die.
While our mystic brothers still seek In my vision
Under your command I will obey
You are the embodiment of pure freedom
But through my eyes you are made of stone.
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