…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…is just the beginning of the end yes, I'm here for you Save your happiness for tomorrow and today we'll drown in your tears a drop of your blood tastes like wine today Because I love you so and I'm here for you Save…

…It is just the beginning of the end Yes, I'm here for you Save your happiness for tomorrow And today we'll drown in your tears A drop of your blood tastes like wine today And because I love you so And I'm here for you…

…The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds There he had to become someone…

…their brothers to a certain death The last furious men They didn't fear death or pain They held up their swords and shields As winners they stood on the battlefield Can you hear the call of the North star Feel its longing…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…End of the Winter End of the coldness End of the day Crows come to this forest Flies through this woods Over the dark water Where ice will die soon Winter surrenders finally Spring rises it's wings Unleash sun's burning…