Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern Lyrics
as 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....
Carpathian Forest Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern
