I must Die Through the Sky And the Forest Follow the Wind, go North my Child to the purest of Winters Go to the Forest that never Ends There you'll find your fate And to the North I rode, on the coldest of winds I watched the Mountains where the frost begun Where no Angels ever dare to tread Where Death is all mine At last I found the Throne of Bereavement Grim and bleak raised to the Sky The Velvet Thorns of Drynhwyl are mine and so are death and sadness See. My final Sacrfice In the trees you will hear my voice ever calling ever falling Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral Ashes spread in the Northern Storm