And in the moonrise I creep into their dreams
To play dead and dying.
And they won't wake up no more.
In the moonrise dreams take my friends to the realm of the dead.

Snow covers the earth with frozen tears.
Dressed in the white of a shroud.
Loneliness awakes in a burning shape of ice.
So painful is the eruption of thoughts

And in the moonrise...

When I think back of the time
before life fell to sleep.
The graveyard was green when I watched my requiem.
Dreams had taken me from life.

When I woke up it was deepest night
and nothing but silence around me.
The angels won't fly in the Midwinter-night
their wings broke under the burden of ice.

Drifting on a cloud of memories
I can see the graveyard in the dark
where another funeral is going on.
My friend of last night.

And in the moonrise...

In the moonrise when you fall asleep will you remember me, my friend!
Your angels won't come tonight, just snow-tears they cry.
The silver shine of winter will guide you to your grave.
Your death-moon is rising now.

And in the moonrise I creep into your dreams
To play dead and dying.
And you won't wake up no more.
In the moonrise dreams take you, my friend, to the realm of the dead.

(Your death-moon is rising!)