Abrimaal

Let the trees be of steel And their leaves become razors Gave me the prize and you fled I hid among ravensHalf of the Moon is howling Looking for a mirror The grave is long forgotten now One candle is still burning Did I dream? Heard you cry? Did it mean Say goodbye? Black clouds in the sky Sing the funeral march They hurry in blackened rows Frightening my ravensHallowed ground is frozen now Reflecting weak Moonlight I'm trying to walk on the ice Holding this one candle Did I hear? Say goodbye Will I dream? Not to cry