번역: 슬픔에서 영혼. 숲에서.
northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night birds fly Their last scream, my eternal dirge Under the full moon, a funeral In the forest
's a fire in your eyes with my melody I have inflamed your hearths With hate and love The messangers of Awakening: Winds of tragedy tears of sadness
Talked to me like your best friend When the time was right you were so good Asked me what I like And I said Don't stop swaying, baby You soothe my soul
deeper into virgin forest Among sadness and depressive thoughts Visit firmaments of dead nature In the glare of black mirror, asleep Forgotten temples of gods (of forests
In the forest, of agony, dying slowly near to be free, of a life of sorrow sadness and pain, is time to liberate my tortured soul. Alone, and lost, into
and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul
soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But
is sleeping A child was born on christmas day To save the world from sadness His troubled life he gave To offer hope and gladness Our weary souls to
I never did intend With title long or surname rich to bless But rather let in my imagination Run wild the thoughts of who perhaps you were Before your soul
darkness falls through the trees in the forest it's the forest of sadness no light will ever shine here everlasting silence nothing is here loneliness
The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the nightbirds fly Their last scream my eternal dirge Under the fullmoon a funeral In the forest
begins The Northern Storm is Guiding me To the Forest Silently the Nightbirds fly Their last scream my eternal Dirge Under the Fullmoon a Funeral In the Forest
form Sadness... a linked device reacts Red sand cloaked over the clouds Time's forest infinite place Slyness... in a plasma sphere you are Sadness...
the sounds of tortured souls. Worshiping the pagan gods of unholy war in the darkest caves of ancient lands that inspire gloom. Roaming through the lonely forest
begins The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the nightbirds fly Their last scream my eternal dirge Under the fullmoon a funeral In the forest
