Death of a Beautiful - Whispering Woods

Dream away under mystic moon

Under shining stars

They will

Bring my heart to the

Place below under darken fears

Under hidden thoughts

By the

Dying hour i shall

Sing a song like the swans are singing

Bring forth light like the stars are bringing

Burn to ashes like the wood is burning

Free the dove which is now returning

Hide myself underneath my veil

Walk along this forsaken trail

In dark wind cursed i shall sail

See my tears turning into hail.

Aphrodite was it once my name

Goddess born in sea

I was

Daughter of the mighty

This will be my final fairytale

Written down on sand

By the

Dying hour i shall