Sure!
I'll write everything...
Come and take me away
Procession waits for ceremony
White hearse among the trees
And endles line of black hoods
Nothing brakes the solemnity
The First gates are closed
Another opens for me
To fall into oblivion...
Steam above the body
Cooling slow
Under the sweet touches of the snowfall.
Who's heard my moan?
Mountains of the Grief
Guards of my eternal sleep
I never thought how hard this road was
The road that I've been led to nowhere
I've left this all
To contemplate the snowfall
To realize my own
...
Why did we write it? We just felt like this song that time... A sequence of losses, disapointing events, failures met painting of Mikaloyus Churlionis. (Lithuanian artist - my fav actually. He's not professional but I've never seen anyone to be able to express as much as he did via his canvases. If you want to have illustrations for FS music, just find works of Churlionis.)
He died in a very odd and mystic way. Just left his home and got frozen in a blizzard in the middle of a huge field surrounded by woods.
So all those parts were gathered in my soul, when I was strolling in the middle of January frosts when suddenly felt a waft of a warm wind with a smell of a spring and waking soil. Probably because my emotional state was overheated, I just bursted into tears. Absolutely alone. Some parts of the song just describe a painting of Churlionis... (White hearse amonge the trees, and endless line of black hoods.)
You have to see it.
So actually we didn't write that song. It came out of a depth of frost disturbed by a silent envoy of a coming spring. I just picked the main melody from a passing wind and snow.
