Aphellion - Tristania

Yearning for days of yore

In elysian daydreams

Burn with a fatal gloss

A confounding mirror of souls

Dance with the winterwinds

In thy visions so sanguine

Glance upon Stygian streams

Where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Hark…

Lures of the siren

Yearn for the days when blithe thou was

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis — ergo solum da requiem

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis — ergo solum da requiem

Sworn to a secrecy

An arcanum devotee

Mourning a life with thee

A descendance of watery argentine

Trance of thy frailty

Endure the exsanguine

Glance beyond closed eyelids

The conundrum of all mysteries

Hark…

Lures of the siren

Yearn for the days when blithe thou was

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis — ergo solum da requiem

Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis — ergo solum da requiem

Yearning for days of yore

(In elysian daydreams)

Burn with a fatal gloss

(A confounding mirror of souls)

Dance with the winterwinds

(In thy visions so sanguine)

Glance upon Stygian streams

(Where lies hidden a…)

Crossing in life… my heart

With silver in times… I’m weak

Crossing in life… my heart

With silver in times… I’m weak

Weak… too weak…

Wan circling skies

Secretes… silvering sorrow

Precious to me Aphelion

Thou are the fields where we wither still

Exhaust in thy waning world

My Aphelion

On a broken mirror

Where the veils of night and day seems as one

May thy lids gather again

On a vast and frail crusade

Invigoration of pain pervation (pain pervation this time) this time