The days to come seemed so clear Another (ephemeral) flickering of bliss, Gleaming light like a kiss to mortal given They walk the treacherous trail and find themselves alone GO! Walk! Cause they're sinking down on knees when they close tired eyes and lips Nobody knows that they're down and out No one will ask what they need, although they bleed... although they bleed... SECOND WINTER Abandoned, regnant helplessness Over and over forced to hide sorrows many times Only the wuthering silence in that solitude overshadows this burning, breathing blackness Four winters are coming! Augury of commemoration's whithered flowers Four winters are drawning! Augury of commemoration's frozen flowers THIRD WINTER The hollow, The absence, Close to the tides of sadness Swallowing, dissolving into restlessness What remains is the shadow of themselves A bitter delusion, a shattered illusion disavowing itself, Turned out to be a distorted retrospection of bare existence FOURTH WINTER Just for one moment they felt the healing hand But the sunlight's blaze never reached (them) Hypnotized by burning fevers, Feeding the suffering Oblivious dreams devoured consciousness Soul absorbed... soul absorbed... soul absorbed... Four winters are coming! Augury of commemoration's whithered flowers Four winters are drawning! Augury of commemoration's frozen flowers The hollow, The absence, Close to the tides of sadness Swallowing, dissolving into restlessness What remains is the shadow of themselves A bitter delusion, a shattered illusion disavowing itself, Turned out to be a distorted retrospection of bare existence