There is a tragedy

deep within this soul

A dark aura 

made of stones of sadness

and vast void of longing



On songs of sorrows maiden

the swans drown in grievance

On silver waters springs

This despair she sings;



" In oaken chest they keep my grief

Under the thousand tombstones 

lies a thousand dreams:"



Forever lonely to wander

these landscapes 

of the desperate dreams

There is nothing 

that can fill the void of longing

Immortalized by grief



"In oaken chests

we keep her dreams:



binding her spirit onto earth"