She lived in darkness and in light
For pilgrims in the deepest night
For poets searching for the sign
But seen, but seen the sense only to die

She was to blame
She was to blame of every hope
Of those who are wandering
Who are wandering in vain
Who found inhuman
Found inhuman deadly cold
Discovering their own ways
Discovering their ways

She wasn't warm, she was so cold
But granted warmth to every heart
Of those who were so brave and bold
To let, to let themselves to be apart

She was to blame
She was to blame of every hope
Of those who are wandering
Who are wandering in vain
Who found inhuman
Found inhuman deadly cold
Discovering their own ways
Discovering their ways