The Dead Swan of the Woods کے بول

Death gathers Slowly in these woods A burning heritage Lost to the wilderness I remember nights of rain Swallowed by the cold In this all-consuming void I reach out to thee Reckoning tears Underground hours Trying to remember Dying to forget On the lake, frozen in time Autumn's slow demise You took my hand bleak from knowing that That everything dies, dies Your body still cold From the fall Weary eyes of old Watches from the skies I remember nights of snow Consumed by the flames From this all-consuming void I reach out for you On the path, frozen in time Winter's final rest I took your hand cursed with knowing Accompanied by your final breath