Along the winding road, into the storm Far away from home 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 things that God forbids
There were runes can still be called Under thirteen Moons of Fall Magic, Spirits and a Sunset Reader of the Runes
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 fade in this dark lake Like the Night dies and at Dawn returns to life
Read the lines that no one reads They are written everywhere See the things that no one can see things that God forbids
