The cold river flowing down mountainside
In the mist crying gloomy shadows float by
Dismal silence, bleak desolation inside
Blows through the hair, caresses the skin and tears
The low cold Sun's rays come from afar, dimmed and sheared
Of their warmth, heart struck by utter woe and fear
Shine ancient memories of the times long time gone
Vanishing spirits cloaked in misery and woe
Crestfallen soul, no hopes, no Gods up high
Melancholy surrounds me, darkness eats me from inside.
The icy mist penetrates deep 'till my core
And carries funereal, ancient shadows.
Twilight time, the Sun is low
And so far away that its rays don't give warmth.
Only the sound of the crystal torrent
That carries the once joyful memories of you."
- Falling in the Darkness
- Ode of Last Twilight
- Woods of Wistfulness
- By the River
- The Ephemereal Life
- Exegi Monumentum
- Funeral March