In a pale horizon
The cold hands of death cover the eyes of the last king in love

In the icy kingdom
Surrounded by endless agony,
The white and soft velvet, now stained with blood
Involves the night like a morbid shroud

In a shinning trail,
The pale snowprincess floating through the endless white

And the roses falling
like blood spots...oh!
Tears of a love that he belongs no more
A kiss to seal the death and to start a life

The dawn came in a deep gray and the sword of daybreak brought the pain
With cold winds and the biting smell of solitude
The love that was born from the dancing flames of a young heart,
Now is cold and frail trapped in a freezing body

The huge white tower made by fear and innocence
The great wall of silly dreams, the illusion of an end without end

Drinking the wine and craving the blood
Blood, that once tasted remains forever in the heart

Heart that love hurts, wound that never heal
Tearing the veil of innocence,
Tasting the flesh and staining your soul,
Like the kings before you, like the lovers before us