And she sang a beautiful song and then passed from here
 Like a swalow through th sky
 And over the bodies of bloody trees...

 Don't say that was a dream, a handsome wraith
 Or the last screen of a termless scene
 For the shines of a morbid sun in fall
 Horizon is a dungeon to naught

 So I searched for my burned wings 
 To flay, to escape from here with the mourner winds
 -But- why all my prays will turn to curse against 
 Myself?...against myself...

 Her divine spell had a feeling so vague
 Such inchoate story of ashes and dust
 rapture such sinking at eternal dream
 By the end for depression and fading in dusk

 Now vailing is no more my calmness and rest
 As torn soul has bleeding, the wings are too broken
 Then I've searchd for a window to escape from myself
 -But- she wrote on my skin that suicide is the way...

 I've a secret among all secrets
 Like a blue rose among all the red roses

 I'll show you a pathway to return to the timeless moments

 Mourner queen of sorrow, watch the youthfull blossoms
 And its mortal vernal hopes, at the depth of coldest ground
 Where the roses are plaintful forever...