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Dreams are walking in the rows of the night.

Through the throes of time and space.

One tear on the ghostly wind,

Let the forest dry your tears.

Dreams are walking in the rows of Death.

Anguish whispered in the halls of dead.

One tear falling and cutting,

Let the forest takes your tears.

Trees are twisted and it seems that at all times you are able to float above and below what could be ground. Spectral wind, which whistles through the skeletal branches

Lord of the wind of forest and caves.

Take us to dark pit tunnels of the dead.

Let the purity of this fall bless your awakening

On the white agony of a moonless night

Let Phantoms of your desire come hence,

To which your will is dust

Summon your dead on the mighty forest

Sobbing autumns on Melancholy

Let the purity of this fall bless your awakening

On the white agony of a moonless night

Dreams are walking in the rows of grief.

Twisted trees crying with rain.

One tear sailing on grey waters

Let the night blackened your fears

Dreams are walking in the rows of grief.

Twisted trees crying with rain.

Embracing by the branches of the forest

They take your tears