Music: Wiklund Lyrics: Schulman
And when the moon
has turned to black
Darkened clouds beneath
the astral stars
As the winds fly through
with wings so dark
A deep storming sea
with griefull past
I touch the grief, feel the pain
Taste the sorrow, before the dawn
The seagull fly in circles
over an open sea
A morning again has risen
with silver tears
At the shore of a dreadful baltic
I touch the stones as the water
echoes your name
Here I stand all alone
Themendous pain freeze inside
The sun sets slowly,