(Composição: Mikael Åkerfeldt) Rose of Summer, withered times Shadows fall on contouring lines Far beyond a sleeping wish Lunar tongue on a lasting bliss [REFRÃO] Dead within a dream Icy river stream Lend yourself Clouds of dust in a waning light You have given up on plight Time is now, my dearest friend Hidden years and a heart to mend And should we meet again The loss of everything Three wishes to a friend Three hundred sorrows gather But if we lend ourselves Amidst rock and poison grime There may well be a time A kingdom past its prime [REPETE REFRÃO] Your silver voice in my throat Potion without an antidote A routine death for the well-immersed After all, the years have left us cursed A simple test in an iron cage Old tradition in a modern age Strong and true are the weak at heart I am you, you am I If everything ends Is it worth to turn back home again? If everything ends Is it worth to turn back home again? If everything ends Is it worth to turn back home again?
