Beyond The Throne Of Light
In silent midwinter nights
To embrace the ancient memories
From land beyond the throne
Of celestial light
Where dark clouds soar
Over crimson mountains
In the last light of a dying sun

In silent midwinter nights
Snow falls onto the frozen soil
And the blood of dead angels
Drips from the leafs
Roses thorns in still warm flesh
For now I shall wander
Through crimson fading light of a dying sun