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