Crimson Glory Transcendence
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 silenceUpon the mountain high I'm waiting for the spirits Eyes upon the sky They whisper in my visionsThey 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 answerIn death I live again Fear not the reaper's blade It does not mean the end It does not mean the end It does not mean the end, no It never really ends
