3rd & The Mortal Grevinnens Bonn
Morket siger sakte inn Finner veier I mitt sultne sinn Legger seg verdig til ro I sar som aldri vil gro I sitt morke Sjelen hviler Er det bare tanken som tviler Er det ensomhetens vegar ga Om du vil la Skjebnen ra Elsk min lengsel Sok mitt tap Fjern hvert stengsel Befri mitt hat English translate: Plea Of The Countess the darkness sags finds ways in my hungry mind lies worthy to peace in wounds which will never heal in it's darkness the Soul rests is it only the thought that doubts is it the road of solitude to walk if you will let destiny lead love my yearning seek my lost remove every barrier free my hatred
