Gone is the flame Smoldering the ashes A flickering fades into my eyes Pursued by the howling of life The shadows cast by fading pyre At the hour of twilight stand guard For creatures lurk in deepest dark Waiting for the light to grow sparse Their hopelessness, the endless mist As long as I breathe they are mine So I beg of the wind for a whisper to my fallen kin But their shadows on the trees are nothing but a fantasy So distant the calling of forgotten dreams, How they yearn and beg for release I stand idle as they all are crushed by the turning of destiny's wheel A nomad of the wasteland journeys through the fog Where my feet have trodden, deepest are the bogs Where the wind is howling its song I wade through the snow A journey of the heart, no path can take me where I go I am a withered wanderer, wayward are my goals Lost in ancient forests, crystallised by souls Was my burden once an honour, it's reduced to plight In this fortress of the mind I have been haunting all my life Beyond the great golden divide A cadence frail so warmly strikes For whom it fades the soul divides Forever gone to where the daylight died Fixed on the horizon ever is my gaze Bitterly I stride on, blinded by the haze Is it dawn or will the dusk fall, I'll never know For the darkness that surrounds me is reminiscent of my own The mist envelops ruins, (their) purpose lost in time Statues in seclusion, empty are their eyes How I long to find a reason this world to endure But all I see are corpses of those who were lost - Before... The cadence frail now slowly fades A formless pale steps from the shade And whispers to my mind: "The time has come to leave your shape behind" Oh flame of life, mother regret Have mercy on this fallen wretch Grant me the strength to travel on And reach the hall to where the raven guides My body's too cold to move on, in one final act of defiance My feet stand steadfast in the snow but the frostbite takes its final toll I heave my hands towards the sky and sound my final forlorn cry I plead and beg the sky for mercy As my heart is freezing slowly, I embrace the storm And as I die I see the veil lifted by the sun