Lyrics

The beauty of the woods is almost pain in me
the tears begin to run down my cheeks
while humanity is amused to death
and is engaged in a mad rush of self-destruction
now the fog envelops me
Song of Ice and Fire
above the Narrow Sea
I can see
The eternal war between Sun and the Mists
I will dream of being in desolate streets
to observe my image in a mirror
look for you and I
I'll sacrifice all of myself to go back
in a world devastated by the holocaust
in which dark shadows of desolation
they swallow reality
I will dream of this wood again
I will dream of horses
I will dream of the mists rising from the lake as the fog slowly falls