rain washes away the tokens gathered through life
where the snow's covering all around
in a silence painted white
where nobody can recall your face at first sight
read the lines that no one reads
they are written everywhere
see the things that no one can see
there were runes can still be called
under thirteen moons of fall
through an archway of branches i ride
like a ghost haunted by love
dragging all my sins into another eve of strife
all the loved ones i have then belonged to
like the night dies and at dawn returns to life