Text: Tristania. Beyond The Veil. ...of Ruins And A Red Nightfall.

Life gains intensified pain
To ascend within me once again
Woe strikes through radiant light
A quietus has conquered thy eyes, the sequel of life

Arising grievance, rage through the eyes
Of our existence, a thousand times
The strife drawn hither as a daydream ascendancy
In life we wither like laurel leaves in winter winds

Lurk far between, a pale destiny drawn from the past
Enclasp my wrath in the prophecy of thine

Perchance to dream
Day of ire prithee, behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream
Day of ire prithee, may daylight draw thy veils aside

[Incomprehensible]
Summon the winter wind in which I walk
Enter the morning glades of a fallen death wish
Summon the starlight gloss in which thou rage
Enter the mourning shades, call in vain for thee again

Perchance to dream
You're my dancing queen, behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream
Day of ire prithee, may daylight draw thy veils aside

A strike of angina
Enthralled by the night and the shades at thy side

A star of riddance, rage through the sky
Grant me thy visions, bequeath me life
Through times of yearning on a path of indignity
No longer burning at last this life's circuit I leave