Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

[Music by Nordavind '91]Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Panas tears fall from heaven...once I had hold the rarest rose,But, that is now forgotten with time...Among the tree's I wandered,To feel the embrace of etemal eclipseas my candle bums out,-And we must make the myths...Dark is the moon at harvest,the nightly mist approachesthrough the forlorned marshes,-Then darkness has now been achieved..."Crush your earthly virtnes,As I stumbled through snow and frostmy feeble heart is longing for the wood,where all dark cast a shadow...."It's pale morrow landscape,Has now risen through the bleak nightover the moors and mountains,Flies the hunting ravens..., searching,Dance through the cold shadows of Pan,As tears fall from heaven,Then, once I had hold the rarest rose...Frozen is my pagan heart,And once again the dawn is herehear the sound of silence,In these trees....Are my gallows....