She already knows how this will end 
The wounds of memory she tends 
Ghost and strangers 
She flees her own grief 
 [bad word] 
Haunted she sleeps 

In shadows she lays all alone 
Remembering her lover gone 

Through forests she walks every day 
Through winter storms, every day 

She looks through dark eyes 
Over her shoulder 
She already knows when it will find her 

 [bad word]  [bad word] 
Tormenting you! 
Hastily do you flee 
 [bad word] #33; 
 [bad word] #33; 

My dear, I'm here 
All shadow and sorrow 
I have thee, finally 
Embracing you! 
Young lover, it's over 
together and never!