She stands on the hill, so lonely Falling down on her knees, wide open arms Longing for desperately a gods sign Alone in the dark beyond these freezing skies, she is crying The moon gives its light off piercing centenary trees, so bright Ice-cold winds slash her naked body, so young The forced loss of innocence hurts so hard inside Lost in her grief, filth of mankind Far from above her head she feels divine entities Sarcastic whispers come to her ears, laughing at her feeble story