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Ahh, dance through the cold shadows of Pan

as tears fall from heaven

once I had hold the rarest rose

But, that is now forgotten with time

Among the tree's I wandered

To feel the embrace of eternal eclipse

as my candle burns out

-And we must make the myths

Dark is the moon at harvest

the nightly mist approaches

through the forlorned marshes

-Then darkness has now been achieved

Crush your earthly virtnes

As I stumbled through snow and frost

my feeble heart is longing for the wood

where all dark cast a shadow

It's pale morrow landscape

Has now risen through the bleak night

over the moors and mountains

Flies the hunting ravens, searching

Dance through the cold shadows of Pan

As tears fall from heaven

Then, once I had hold the rarest rose

Frozen is my pagan heart

And once again the dawn is here

hear the sound of silence

In these trees

Are my gallows