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