The Snow Was Gently Falling

A White Mist Filled The Air

I Hear The Cold Wind Calling

Something's Waiting There



I Stand Alone In Silence

Upon The Mountain High

I'm Waiting For The Spirits

Eyes Upon The Sky



They Whisper In My Visions

They Haunt Me In My Dreams

They've Shown Me Worlds That Shimmer

And Peaceful Fields Of Green



Try To Find Your Sky

Your World Within Yourself



In Death I've Found The Answer

In Death I Live Again

Fear Not The Reaper's Blade

It Does Not Mean The End

Does Not Mean The End

Does Not Mean The End

It Never Really Ends