He gallops down a trodden path
dark, murmering woods surrounding...

Surrounded by silver white snow
sitting on a stump of a cold dead tree...

You used to look at me
in a way that made me shiver...

I stand alone fearfully awaiting
the cold loss of my burning soul...

The earth rebels from
angerfilled human beings...

No matter the place or the time
you live in my brain always...

A dryad dancing among the trees
the neiads hidden in the water...

Sitting on a stage, a nymph, a girl
among creatures so different from her...

Somewhere, elsewhere they meet
the leaders of war torn countries...

Sleep in my soft bed
i awake to the melody...

She looks to the skies
on every dark night...

My eyes burn at the thought of you
the farther away you get the more i hurt...