par The Third and The Mortal
pēdējās dienas kārtoju diskos lietas un tur ir milzīgs daudzums korespondences un piezīmju sākot ar 2002. gadu līdz 2006.. un tik ļoti pavilka uz nostaļģiju.. un tad es atradu word dokumentu ar The Third and The Mortal dziesmu tekstiem... šo grupu neesmu klausījies gadus... gadus daudz... noooostaļģiiijaaa.. nezinu, kas var būt sentimentālāks par TT&TM, ja nu vienīgi Persephone, bet tā jau nākamā stadija... tas jau tad, ja to korespondenci patiešām sākšu lasīt...


Oceana carry with her
All the lost dreams
As a treasure
Hidden underneath her wings

I went away
To the outer hills
Where no trees can grow
And no man live
With my head held high
I asked the northwind
Will you please
Take me with you
And the wind lifted me up
Like a bird whose wings were spread
Merely to put me down

I went to the moon
When she was shining as bright
As i have ever seen her
May i borrow some of the light
That you possess
But the moonbeam
Could not reach deep enough

Then i saw her face
As the waves went away
She told me
She had been waiting

Cold winter nights
I walk upon the frozen earth
The moon lights my way
The northwind embraces me
Tells me to go on