Twilight, Candlelit walls
Strong Crescendo
Highlight the lonely calls
From my paino
 [bad word] to me
sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice

Why, why can't you brnig me to find
To clear your sound
no wayfarer is blind

See my hands
Conducting a Nightmare
The symphony of a tragedy
So great it devours me
These notes are just fantasy
Peretual Dream
won't le go of me
I [bad word] to live
without the notion of a sound
that could open my mind

moonlight, make me conceive
a slow sonata
Midnight, the dead will grieve
to this dark cantata

The detestable dance to my score
they hear my cries
Your guindance I implore

See my hands [bad word] a nightmare
the symphony of a universe
So vast it devours me
These nights are just fantasy
Celestial Beam,
help me to see
I [bad word] to live
without the notion of a sound
That could open my mind

Solo: mörck, Magnunsson

Into a Unending Sorrow
festival of horror
An orchestra of the undead

So bright my destiny was
Golden future
Inside shadows amass
Nocturnal rapture
 [bad word] to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice

Why can't you bring me to find
to hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind

See my hands
Conducting a nightmare
The beauty of a melody
Is all that inspires me
to write my last symphony
Perpetual Dream
never lets go of me
I [bad word] to live
without the notion of a soud
That could(have) opened my mind