Dead branches standing still 
So lifeless with no will 
To hide a reign of mournful sky 
With no light 
Sight is dead 

Fading away deep in our pain 
Speaking no more, knowing more 
Fading away, laughing today 
Crawling through waves ever face 

And everywhere I roam 
Is likely to be shown 
That Every silent moment cries 
Through these years and black flame 

And again the northern wind will blow 
Through hearts and fields 
where darkened heaven glows 
And the fire grows 
There eyes were made for me