And for Ever - Dark Moor

What’s mundane is born to have an end,

And I have not yet more time to spend

Has come the time to mix with the ground,

Has come the time to leave all around,

While my spirit the mountains must ascend.

But don’t cry more for me,

Part of mountains, I shall be

And my soul will keep walking on the hills.

But don’t cry, nevermore,

The real way is just before,

And my soul will keep walking on the hills.

And for ever!

Now, inside me, is peace and still;

It means the same to spirit: heat and chill,

Has come the time to flee from the crowds,

Has come the time to be near the clouds

While my spirit is crowning a big hill.

But don’t cry more for me,

Part of mountains, I shall be

And my soul will keep walking on the hills.

But don’t cry, nevermore

The real way is just before,

And my soul will keep walking on the hills.

And for ever!