Fiords... allways the white Fiords

Whenever you come back, you won't be the same. The spark of a dying star, because you are never the same of yesterday.

Anyway, the river is on his way to the castle, and if you trie, you'll get your price.

Be a whisper, my friend. Be the sorrow of the loneliness. Cause you are allways alone.

Keane - Everybody's Changing