"I see my cold and empty house
I feel the trees faint in despair
We lie so melancholic in this void
As we disappear in the mist.
The frozen air remains so silent
Impossible to pulsate any sound
As I stare at the meadow, I mourn
The beauty who will never return."

The past utters a quiet belief to spew out our blasphemy.

"And from the broken window I look out
This melody heard by me alone
You paint my tears and shed my blood
An image that I only (will always) fear.
I let the falling snow blind my sight
The winter fulfills my forbidden destiny
Breathe in my fear, caress my death
As we're forever embraced in misery."

The mysteries of nature forever remain deceased.

You are so dead to me... I feel your corpse, there's no remorse.
Sacrifice your soul to me, let the crows devour your flesh.
To treat you right, I abandon your caress
As I leave you forever in my debt!!
You are so dead to me... I feel your corpse, there's no remorse.
Sacrifice your soul to me, let the crows devour your flesh.
The bloodsoaked clouds, that hover above us
As I leave you shrouded in mystery!!