Текст песни Hymn # VIII

In her eye... far away

A tear broke free

From the ice, from the frost

of her long sleep

Hear the thunder of the North

Hear the ravens screaming her name

Let the black ones fly

to speak the messages of the unborn

Onto the blackest skies

Shadows of the raven's flight

Crying their lament

Upon the crossroad where she stand

One flies to gain the thundering North

Another crosses great seas in the West

The third flies South, towards the !sunreich
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The last across the windswept fields of the East

Sand Seas Skies Darkness

Time Death The center of the sin

North West South East

Wisdom's found

Along the roads to the center of the sin

The tear...

Lost its grip of her cheek

Buried forever...

In the sand... of my world

...of my darkness

...of my perfection

...of my sorrows

Sorrows...

Let the ravens fly