Lost in the storming of the north
someone warm up his own beloved
a feeble flower of the north

No one can hear their sos
but could someone ever care less,
of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?

She was brighter than a star
he loved to watch the rain
and just like a trick of life
they departed in winter

Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust
bonded by time in tears [bad word] 
in the darkest hall of winter lust

No one could hear their sos
and no-one could ever care less,
about two creatures laid to rest