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