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Mourning for my ancient life
They cry their funeral screams
Moonlight shines into the black eyes
Moonlight is bright when they are in the skies
I've got no feelings left pain
Shivering in the breeze of a cold autumn rain
May my spirits rest in peace
In the shades of the frosty winter trees
When the winter will come...
Forest snow falling before my eyes
Icy darkness seems blacker now
Hearts of the forest demons are frozen
Unholy darkness, they rule at night
Left for dead, my scream tears the night
Snowbirds fly away in fright
The moon winks an eye and burns my paradise
Rips my eyes and mutes my cries
I ride in the nightfall
Witness the awakening
Of a new age to come
Freezing my world until it's funeral time
Misty was the dark forest
Misty was the night
Cursed was the wind blowing
Cursed was the saint in light
Pale were the dreams that dwelled
Pale were the dead
Cold was the frosty land
Cold was the sand
Mourning day has arrived...
My final words were spoken dark
Brought away with the wind
Ravens returned and raised me to the sky
Breaking the spell of a hundred years time
When the moon tore my dreams
And broke ravens' wings
Desperately I slept alone
Without their song and my grave forlorn
Now the mourning day has arrived
Fly high blackest ravens
Breaking the spell for another century
Mourning day ravens are saviours of me
HATA BİLDİR
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