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8. Karma

Музыка: Микаэль Окерфельдт, Петер Линдгрен
Стихи: Микаэль Окерфельдт

And as they say
Grief is only able to possess
The rotting body clad in ancient clothes
Is left behind with a wave of the hand

I have gone away
The bed is cold and empty
Trees bend their boughs toward the earth
And nighttime birds float as black faces

It was the hand
Reaching out through the mirror
Unknown and scarred by life...
The luring eyes, you had never seen

You have nothing more to find
You have nothing more to loose
You have nothing more to find
You have nothing more to loose

The cold season
Drifts over the land
They huddle
In the brown corners

Some would settle for less
The castles were all empty, asleep
Long awaiting their king
Beckoning round the bend

Amidst the forest
One would hear that I had been there
Draped within a fate I could not change
And always welcoming Winter's EPILOGUE