The winds that sometimes
Send away what we love
Are the same ones
That bring something else to be loved
We can't cry for What have been taken from us
We won't / we won't
We'll love what have been given to us
'couse all that's really ours...won't go away
From within the mist of the silence
I first notice her...
Falling to the deepest darkness
Moving silently thru the night
In the frozen trees' valley
By the lake of tears
Every night she cries her mystic sins
To the immortal winds
Dancing with the shadows of (total) sadness
Dressed in a long silk (black) gown
Poisoning the ground with her bloody tears
Alone, same silent song.
On her pale chest
Lay a strange amulet
Hiding her from the light
Freezes her heart