Do you still dream
of blasted lands...

Like a nightingale
i sing my song of fairwell...

She sits atop her throne of ice
watching me with eyes of radiant beauty...

I wish i could have gotten to know my life
to look and meet all the people...

My soul screams to me
it wants to be free of flesh...

Where did the colors go
i just blinked...

Hand me the dust of my shattered dreams
Wash them away in the river...

When i cried how could you laugh
When i bled how could you cut me...

A man chooses
A dog obeys...

Blood falls like rain
or are they tears...

Inside i feel him
he wants to devour me...

I was a child of the old gods
I believed in the human spirit...