the tales untold are true
spirits of water circle above you
as you trespass the sign of the fall
drawn into darkness, drawn by the call
bring into light an october insight
as you can see, grey is not white
the light of the day [something] black
once we are here we can never go back
rain without end, this is a deadnight
desperately lacking the light of the sun
it's all it can be, the [dead] will reveal
hold me too close you can never be free
lost in the halflight, oh goddess of fear
how lonely your story, not even near [???]
what is real in the seemingly eternal fight
to dwell within this [elusive tide] of night
mostly a transcription by me, only the first part has been confirmed by mårten hansen
