Why can’t the whitest snow Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories? Why can’t the winds of north blow away this chilling pain? I pray upon the brightest stars To give me force to run afar From the source of this secret restless wrath The dawn will soon arise The morning rays of light will bring advice Choose my fate Please guide my own hate Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Fore you I shall bide With hair as white as snow A hermit walking on the path of throe A reader of the runes A master in the arts of night Beyond the way lies a thriving star A silhouette I see so far A host that walks inside this fog swinging untouched The dawn will now arise And all the ones at fault will soon apprise Seal their fate Anguish will abate Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Fore you I shall bide Why can’t the whitest snow Hide, cover, conceal bleak memories? Why can’t the winds of north blow away this chilling pain? The dawn will soon arise The morning rays of light will bring advice Choose my fate Please guide my own hate Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Hear my clear advice Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Blood for all the fears that wake me in the dead of night Blood for all the tears The weeping that I hide Written in the red mist Hear my grave advice As above and so below A hermit on the path of throe A reader of the runes A master of the black arts Blood for all the tears I shed since her demise Written in the red mist Feel my last advice