Text: Katatonia. For Funerals To Come. Shades Of Emerald Fields.

Dancing through the silent waves
The shimmering moonlight
Over lost
Angels remains

Whispering
Through gloomy halls
Beneath the gentle soft caress
Of dreaming shadows

Flowing streams of silver
Through tidal torrents of grief
Time was never there for us
The final tide took the last ones away, away

Buried visions of sunrise
Beneath the seas of torrid soil

Slowly sinking in the mire
Shades of emerald fields

Our eyes can't stand the flames
Single sparkles hidin' in our palms
They linger before dying away
Fading from out sight

Loathsome are the ways of those
Who the meadows shall receive
For every glimpse of daylight must vanish
And every soul submit to tide