Remnants of beauty; shards of dreams
Drifting endlessly down distant streams
She cried out with no avail
Her tears and sorrow then set sail

Under a weeping moon
She cries out for her loved one

I am the mountain; a king of old
A snowy cell where dying flowers grow
Look to me when skies are burning
I am the call of constant yearning!

The rose which she seeks
Only blooms in midwinter

I am the ancient God of loss and despair
Too old and proud to lend a caring hand

A child's life rests in my hands
Where to turn, where to hide?
The mother will never rest
She will always believe he's still here
Until she finds his bones in a frostbitten tomb!

The rose which she seeks
Only grows on a child's grave