Ruins of life, always cold Walking through the shallow garden of souls Life is withering, irresolute, dissolute Pale eyes, black silhouette standing in the dark
Moving, screaming, returning Dust covers the stone maiden That now is no more than a past memory Slippin' away with a hanged child cry
Downfall, towards coldness Suffocating, haunted by phantoms Gallows of daily pains, final deliverance The cursed mark of shadows