Take me where the shimmering lights are fading out,
Through the shadows of hate and through the fires of grace,
I followed the voice in the night, beautiful as black sky,
but nothing I found.
My thoughts are captured by the magical chants,
Of the spirits, but I cannot see them with these dead eyes,
Lost I am in these dismal streams,
Lost I am forever in my life.
The snow is falling on the withering leaves, I am left in the cold,
The shadows are crying in the moonlight, is this night the last of my life?
Have we arrived from our journey, I must ask you now,
At last I can cry, 'cause these sad words are calling me tonight,
My eyes bleed for you, my star, my pride and the love of my heart,
But why did you have to fly so far, I raged and it tore me apart,
I promise to you with sadness and hate,
Wherever I might go, you will know.
I give my life to the withering leaves,
Oh, the bleeding moonlight,
To the crying shadows,
I give my life to you.
--- Jari Maenpaa.
