"... but suddenly everything went dark... the daughter felt in
silence like a fading ray of life in the darkness, taken away magic
and brightness with her... and so all of the warrior's world was
lost... and he called and searched for her without rest, wandering
until the end of the earth... but no signs of Spring could be seen and
only misery and coldness stood on that path once covered with
flowering colours... and who but him can deeply hear this silent
fairytale... in absence of light?"
The snow will keep on falling
on mountains in the wild
The coldness of the wintersun
painted icy marks
Through victories in battle
and chapters full of life
the story of the Warmasters
suddenly went dark
The warrior lost his magic
in blinding dark, alone
The daughter of the morning light
pure as snow is gone
Her chant of spring is soundless
it can't be heard, no more
The memories of white brightness
left in fear his world
When darkness comes down
as tears on the ground
the storms of a thousand fairytales
falls with no sounds
When brightness has died...
is gone out of sight
We all hear this silent fairytale
in absence of light
The daughter fell in silence
no tears upon her eyes,
for treason she passed by
to the clouds that rule the sky
In search of her he wondered
until the end of world
No solace for her death
he could find forevermore
When darkness comes down
as tears on the ground
the storms of a thousand fairytales
falls with no sounds
When brightness has died...
is gone out of sight
We all feel this silent fairytale
in absence of light
Her death in silence turned
his own destiny to dust
A thunderstorm was crying while
black shadow filled his heart
Then spring it became darkness
the sky was falling down
The story of the Warmasters
saw no more the sun
When darkness comes down
as tears on the ground
the storms of a thousand fairytales
falls with no sounds
When brightness has died...
is gone out of sight
We all hear this silent fairytale
in absence of light
When darkness comes down
as tears on the ground
the storms of a thousand fairytales
falls with no sounds
When brightness has died...
is gone out of sight
We silently cry for fairytales
in absence of light
