Empyrium The Turn of the Tides 1. Saviour Drifting through a void without a voice Grey and dark - through starless nights that leave no choice A lifeless mind, a soul astrayed in autumn's maze In shade and light, my days portrayed A spark of grace Floating to the farthest still unto the winter's heart Motionless, bereft the will but - where did we all start? There is no thing without beauty at all... 2. Dead Winter Ways Winter, winter... Can you tell with your silver breath? River, river... Stays asleep in his frozen bed Yonder, yonder... Lies the moor dressed in a shroud in white Shelter, shelter... Rescue me from desolations sight 3. In The Gutter Of This Spring Outside the rain keeps falling On foul soil, dying snow Melting and transforming to waters made of woe Grey clouds brewing idle the trees can not withstand What is dead and gone by is mixing with the sand... ...In the gutter of this spring Inside the days remain in a dim and lightless paint and with the naked branches the sun did not acquint What is dead and gone by and did not yet begin is flowing to my hand from the gutter of this spring 4. The Days Before The Fall Ride withered days unfiring the sun, The nights were soft and cloudless, The saddened will "be gone" And winds did lays in forest, And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness In days before the fall. Nights when our hearts and oceans were young The times were full of magic And seed with songs unsung, And winds did lays in forest, And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness In days before the fall. The sweetness, the hacks, now water restrain, And silently we wallow in memory of the day, When winds did lays in forest, And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness In days before the fall. Ride withered days unfiring the sun, The nights were soft and cloudless, The silent were begone, And winds did lays in forest, And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness In days before the fall... 5. We Are Alone Winter leaves Autumn weaves Spring has come Summer's gone 6. With The Current Into Grey 7. The Turn Of The Tides Deep red skies falling into blue With every turn of the tides I am closer to you I an a wave in an ocean Floating, gliding infinity I shall not break at the rocks Nor shall I decay before my time At last I reach endless white sands Ulf Theodor Schwadorf – Bass, Guitars, Drums, Percussion, Vocals Thomas Helm – Keyboards, Piano, Vocals Track #4 also appears in the compilation "Whom The Moon A Nightsong Sings" (2010).