Текст песни: An Omen of Sorrow + перевод

Over mountains, across streams:

No earthly mass can veil my dreams.

She is the night; my dark bride;

The only being for which I’d die.

Six hundred years; I have not slept,

For her love; awake I kept.

Beyond the lakes, the castle calls me

Towards her graceful mystery.

The night calls me,

Am I still dreaming?

His words speak to me.

Am I still screaming?

Through distant forests and fields,

I crept swiftly and silently.

At the gates my sorrows drowned;

To look above at a gargoyle’s mount.

I stole a rose from her dead garden,

With the hope that it may charm her.

But when I arose, I heard a wail,

From an ugly figure in a dark veil.

All hope is gone,

Am I still waiting?

The end is near;

The end is here.

Oh, how my heart bleeds

To see her lifeless body,

Gathering dust from centuries past.

Now I must believe

That I can go on hoping,

Taking each day as if it were my last.

But, my soul is crumbling,

Every time a tear falls,

I die.

All hope is gone.

Am I still waiting?

The end is here;

But I’m still alone.

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