Mistress of the Dead - White Roses, White Coffin | Текст песни

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Her color so white
Her death so quiet
The grief of those who remained
Devoured in the dawn of april
White roses,White coffin
Her flower veiled in obstinate silence
No words can be said...
...But saddest of sad...
Her color so quiet
Her death so white
When all love is there so deep...
...But no one to give...

Her heart stopped it's pace
Drowned in mortal weeping...
Those who left will be forever searching
The reason of living
All was here remained
White roses,White coffin
In bitterly grieving rains of spring
Her desolate loneliness they slowly bring
Tears heavily falling into grains of sand
Burying the path leading to her tomb
Rounded so painfully by depressive gloom...
...Of dawn of april
Her last...
...Most painful...
...Good-Bye...

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