Svanesang - Wiegedood

Crippled wings and dragging feet

Moving towards the place I dare not seek

As the darkness that springs from me, like night over day

Falls over the land I once wish (ed) to reign

Blood bounds the 12 circles while I am left behind

Bowed down to receive.

Kept down and renounced

When knees and soil equal in filth

Time has come for blood to be spilt

Veins run dry

Lungs turn black

I will pray for us, one last time

On harps of gold with strings of air

I will play for you, only once

The song that Life itself could not bear