I close my eyes to see within myself as the first snow falls on me I close my ears to hear my inner voice and the cold wind freezes me This is my land
I remember, it was December, the darkest winter, my body shivered The coldest snow, cold northwind blew, the greatest storm hit like the thorns The place
Sometimes it's just the time to rest and leave all your pain behind Time heals the wounds of loneliness and leaves the scars of wisdom into your mind
Every day is like a new hell, every night my eyes swell Turn my pain into pleasure, kill my desire for you My dreams feel so real, they are more than
A great stone of the Ancient ones... It has passed from a father to a son All the years it has been the same... The greatest saint of the northern ways
Alone on the top of the fells I chant for the wild moon I wrote my chant for the moon's glory, for the lighter of my mood I wish I could be one of his
译文: 永恒的悲伤之泪. Vilda曼奴.
