From the recording iSignals
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