Binding Of The Spirit Onto Earth — Throes of Dawn

There is a tragedy deep within this soul A dark aura made of stones of sadness and vast void of longing

On songs of sorrows maiden the swans drown in grievance On silver waters springs This despair she sings;

" In oaken chest they keep my grief Under the thousand tombstones lies a thousand dreams:"

Forever lonely to wander these landscapes of the desperate dreams There is nothing that can fill the void of longing Immortalized by grief

"In oaken chests we keep her dreams:

binding her spirit onto earth"