Burial Ground Sözleri

Winter forest

Winter patterns on the trees

Trudging through the horny bushes

Snow is cracking

Underneath my feet

Broken branches

Shadows grey

My eyes can hardly see

So full of tears

Winter forest

I can hear chanting monks

And his heart so cold and silent

Which is calling

Calling me to come

Hungry ravens

Looking down

But I'm still alive

The power of my will

Is my only guide

There within the woods

My friend will be buried

In the burial ground

Outside of monastery

I must see his funeral

I must be there just in time

Getting late and getting dark

Where's the path I cannot find

Winter forest

Fading whispers in the wind

You rest somewhere six feet under

Snow has covered

All the memories

Hungry ravens

Looking down

But I'm still alive

The power of my will

Is my only guide

There wthin the woods

My friend has been buried

In the burial ground

Outside of monastery

I have seen his funeral

And no comfort will I find