The day that I die...

The day that I die, all will be silent.

Only wind will be blowing and the whisperling will come.

This cold land that I call my own will remain cold, to chilly your bones

The day that I die, the darkness that I hold dear to my heart

will fade away to be, but a dream.

And the light that I shroud myself in will rise like a sun

and spread its wings to join the dancing wind

to become a flaming phoenix.

How I look forward to the day that I die

to relive my weary brittle bones of its burden.

Oh how I look forward to the day that I die.

Oh the day that I die. That I die...