Binding Of The Spirit Onto Earth Throes of Dawn

There is a tragedy
deep within this soul
A dark aura
made of stones of sadness
and vast void of longing

On songs of sorrows maiden
the swans drown in grievance
On silver waters springs
This despair she sings;

" In oaken chest they keep my grief
Under the thousand tombstones
lies a thousand dreams:"

Forever lonely to wander
these landscapes
of the desperate dreams
There is nothing
that can fill the void of longing
Immortalized by grief

"In oaken chests
we keep her dreams:

binding her spirit onto earth"