Cold wind plucks the string of sorrow

in a deep and silent forest

There's no one to caress the wound

of a dying goddess



Imprisoned in ancient stones

in a bittersweet eternity

while the lashing wings of angels

pour grief to the ground

New gods came to the land

presence of a prayer in the distance

as teh memories of a forlorn time

are fading with the sun



Bleeding forever with the Earth

embraced by cold tranquility

die alone in agony