I can think of you now strange how we forget or have no wish to sense the loss of former joys loss brings regret IV The Moor a heart grown so cold as cold as ashes spirit frozen its withered frame now dead as dry wood chill veins of blue ice their barren web bears no reminder dust where there once ran furious blood a rotting wet stump on night's horizon by an old hill black in the mist of a dark'ning moor - brings no regret V The Dance regret spurning blank shadows embracing light sudden reflections explode in wild eyes now a rotting stump on a darkening dark'ning moor remember now regretting not spurning blank shadows and embracing light regret regret regret somewhere (geflüstert) somewhere, somewhere, somewhere regret regret regret somewhere forever forever into the dawn somewhere forever into the infinite dawn remember now regretting not spurning blank shadows as cold as ashes, as dead as dry wood *1 chill veins of ice where there once ran hot blood a rotting stump on a darkening moor *2 regret