Lirieke:
Tristania Aphelion

weak... Wan circling skies secretes... silvering sorrow Precious to me Aphelion Thou are the fields where we wither still Exhaust in thy waning world My Aphelion

: Yearning for days of yore in elysian daydreams Burn with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls Dance with the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine

: Yearning for days of yore in elysian daydreams Burn with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls Dance with the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine