Silent Symphony - Victorius

The golden seasons fallen

I feel the months of mourning came

I catch the last ray of the sun

The essence of my dream

Hear the wind plays a melody

While the leaves fall slowly down

Wistful eyes

A pity sigh listen when the winter sounds

We fade away by the cold of the day

Like a flame dies in the rain

When the silence comes again

And the fallen leaves cover the fields

Taken by the breeze of a silent symphony

A poem of the withered woods

Is carved in their bark

Told about forgotten times

The speech of olden rhymes

Upon the sky fall opens up his eyes

And the silence returns

Frozen tide

Immortalized in this circle of time