orchid, the black one and only. Now crown me with that, and bless me goodbye... Now pick up the orchid, the black one and only. Crown me with that,
snow. Under the snow drift now we are lying, majestic white sheet has turned blood red. With the winters blizzard we shall go on our path to mighty shadow
clap and keep running even if awake. There is no telling how I yearn to fly with this wintery bird. She would sit next to me and eat from my hand. Together
And I'm shame, standing in the water of pain. Created to soar the darkest mystery... Created to bleed and wither inside... And I dream you in deepest forest... And
When hate and fear become united, and blackness veils this ground. Stand here with your heart so cold, and hope for the death of the sun. See the rise
that answer. The moon turns to blood and casts my shadow on the narrow path ahead. The road that is covered in tears and with wither and leads me towards
symphony, sad songs of the dying ones. I can hear the symphony, symphony of the dying swans. In darkened copse, are whispering shadows. From the blackened forest
of holy Russia and it's cold and damp in the transit camp And the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of October Whispers the snow will soon be
and covering light of the moon Pale cold moon be my guide Through this forest of the dawn Enchanted wolves lead the way To the land of infinity and
pale shadow The voices around me Screams in my soul and heart Where are they? What are they? Their faces I can't see Bur they are in my dark forest Crawling
