In my dreams, I dream that I died,

I'm landed on a rocky shore

Haunted by waves and winds,

Where as the sand I lay.



And U hear the storm!

Oh, I hear the storm!



Cold hands as winter winds

Untie my being. They set me free.

And cold storms from outside

Grasp my shell, becoming me.



I feel the moonlight dead as I am

And withered leaves in the wind

Floating through the land of nowhere

As my life is lost in time.



And my life is gone

And I hear the storm!



Frozen winds cut my breath,

So I can taste the death.