Every night he comes to the tomb of his dead love At the fence of the cemetery he searches for her sight But her eyes have long subdued in the empty darkness Only her lonely pray is audible through the silence
Find mine among lonely souls Spill on me drops of light Force heart to knock Take away with you in his dead night Destroy this shrill emptiness
Every night he puts of roses on a tombstone In his heart hundreds of copper bells groan Only the rain sees his tears and the wind carries away his scream His heart know ice, her last pray is his unique dream
Rescue me from my eternal cold Undressed my loneliness Come into my illusive world Illusive world