The snow was gently falling
A white mist filled the air
I hear the cold wind callingSomething's waiting thereI stand alone in silenceUpon the mountain high
I'm waiting for the spiritsEyes upon the skyThey whisper in my visionsThey haunt me in my dreams
They've shown me worlds that shimmer
And peaceful fields of green
Try to find your sky
Your world within yourself
In death I've found the answerIn death I live again
Fear not the reaper's blade
It does not mean the end
It does not mean the end
It does not mean the end, noIt never really ends
