forest's music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees Time to forget all the heartache and pain Time
ours They do not tremble and rot Eaten with time Death has reared himself a throne Lifted by forgotten winds Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters
hear Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail And though he did know already Though he turned face towards sky And whispered silent words forgotten
of darkness It's only a scream in the night Dark waters, dead roses There's nothing left to be It's time to face the god Who forsake thee Oh, upon
a long-forgotten cause. Passionless words defy the stage no more There's no applause, just a drunkard asking for encore A silent audience of dust and
s music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees Time to forget all the heartache and pain Time to leave
choir, murmur of the trees Time to forget all the heartache and pain Time to leave behind all the toil and travail Here where the water mirrors a still
Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail And though he did know already Though he turned face towards sky And whispered silent words forgotten Spoken
his old ears could almost hear Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail And though he did know already Though he turned face towards sky And whispered silent words forgotten
almost hear Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail And though he did know already Though he turned face towards sky And whispered silent words forgotten
for all its got To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull And it's nothing short of
lullaby once forgotten in time The song of this timeless wind was once buried deep But now it has risen from beneath from where Twilight's Angels sleep
outset of life Entering the night divine, to the new throne arise As silent as an owl's flight, the golden autumn arrives My rose seems to sense the time