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