“My dear Helen”, he said.
“Your friend tomorrow will be dead.
Do you remember
Those summer nights
Inflamed by luring southern lights?

What is it Helen?
What has gone wrong?
Though alive my love is
Soon it will be gone…

Your love is death
Your touches lie
Once I would have given you my whole life.
Now it’s time to leave
The past behind
Your love is death
Your touches lie…

Your love is death

Your love is death
Your touches lie
Once I would have given you my whole life.
Now it’s time to leave
The past behind
Your love is death
Fire’s turned to ice”