The Passing — Tristania

Feel, my hands are turning cold Time will fill this endless void As the fires light the sky At safe distance I see fear

Chasing my deliverance I cross the burning Borderline I close my eyes But still I dare not sleep tonight

This rhythm I pass on See the land it's carved upon See my fate for what it is In your eyes it's a loss Or victory

Facing my deliverance Across the border Fleeing my Affliction and My treason My sweet misery