Diary of the Dying - Highland Glory

In mysterious ways we hold on to the past

Nothing remains, nothing can last

Romantic illusions — the present conceals

Discover the magic — the future reveals

We keep longing back

Even though we have

All we’d dream life would give

Gone are the days

We will always remember

In the cold winter nights

Of our lives last December

Turn of the tide

Sands of time makes us older

Memories fade

As the seasons grow colder

Don’t wait to see at the end of the line

You spent all the years in the past left behind

Cherish the present, and you’ll realize

The days passing by are the days of our lives

Leave regrets and fears

Ghosts of past deceive

Some day magic will appear

Gone are the days

We will always remember

In the cold winter nights

Of our lives last December

Turn of the tide

Sands of time makes us older

Memories fade

But memories never disappear