Texty:
April Ethereal Advent

You leave when the day comes The morning dew bids you goodbye The forest silently soughs when you sails Even if she perishes you won't see Her beautiful

Ever unexplored road On which the madness walks Opened in front of you Waiting for your first step Without hesitation you stepped On the path of

The fire of the four seasons The glitter of all nights and days The strenght of the blowing winds The drops of the washing rains You were with him

Burn through centuries, burn by emptiness Surrounded by obscured Characters from your past This night he joins them Stand forever in the ashes of