(...and if you follow the trails down this winter wake Sh's reaping down souls, one for every flake Throughout the ages, through centuries She, mistress of customs, of memories) Strange the breeze Late the season comes As beats late the clock of my heart Falling leaves colour all around As my intentions stroking the ground And up there have seen the skies Pains and joys of so many lives All griefs your empty glance Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you Painted into the setting sun A black shadow ringed in red flames Handsome as words cannot describe Ruthless as her blinded black eyes And up there have seen the skies Pains and joys of so many lives All griefs your empty glance Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you "I don't fear for my Fate, what reallly does ache is a fond thought of home" "No one ever will be in control of his End" "By her tears and her pain I'm eternelly damned Memories of a Life" "Nothing can ever be done to avoid my last touch" Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you On that stange and silent night On (the) Lost hill of memories I've spoken of love and touched she smiled to me