The flames shine thin and the mists hide
Alone to doomed marsh the glade it traces
The winds dance here for rushing thoughts
The glow which fades with the memories
the runes many towards ancient time
The clouds bring cold and the branches rustle
Eager his hidden vision the pain becomes clear
The cold that is awakened here with wounded beings
The glow that fades with the memories
the runes many against ancient time
Dear story ljes away and the will gropes
deserted to mist goes the farthest she escapes
The forests betray me for eternal lusts
The glow that fades with the memories
the runes many against ancient time

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