On the cold bridge of grey stones
Stood the old man in his grey robe
Opening his oak barrels
Pouring them to the river
So began the pouring
Light frozen
Down snowing
Light was weakening
Grey was the curtain
1 | The March And The Stream |
2 | The Arrival |
3 | Pendulum |
4 | March October |
5 | Antimony |
6 | The Curtain |
7 | Aes |
8 | Oars In The Dusk |
9 | Nowhere |
10 | Shred Of Light, Pinch Of Endless |