[07:50.00]And as they say, Grief is only able to possess
[07:50.00]The rotting body clad in ancient clothes
[07:50.00]Is left behind with a wave of the hand
[07:50.00]I have gone away, The bed is cold and empty
[07:50.00]Trees bend their boughs toward the earth
[07:50.00]And nighttime birds float as black faces
[07:50.00]It was the hand reaching out through the mirror
[07:50.00]Unknown and scarred by life...
[07:50.00]The luring eyes, You had never seen
[07:50.00]You have nothing more to find
[07:50.00]You have nothing more to loose
[07:50.00]The cold season drifts over the land
[07:50.00]They huddle in the brown corners
[07:50.00]Some would settle for less
[07:50.00]The castles were all empty, Asleep
[07:50.00]Long awaiting their king
[07:50.00]Beckoning round the bend
[07:50.00]Amidst the forest one would hear that I had been there
[07:50.00]Draped within a fate I could not change
[07:50.00]And always welcoming Winter锛噑 Epilogue