so silent and gray was the fogso cold was the breeze that it made
coldness crept to the heart
cold be hand,heart and bone
cold be travellers far from home
endless voyage,endless snow
for behind the darkness grows a shadow
a whisper of a nameless fear
and as its voice is death
but with courage,and with steel
one can stand strong against the tides
of the blackest times
still death comes to us all..
all we have to decide is..
what to do with the time that is given to us..
cold be hand,heart and bone
cold be travellers far from home
endless voyage,endless snow
for behind the darkness grows a shadow
a whisper of a nameless fear
and as its voice is death
sing with me..
to the endless winds
sing with me...
to the mountaintops covered in snow
sing with me....
to the flowing waters
sing with me.....
to the end of our times and for the new things to come
the shadows demolta
