I. WIDOWER You've grown cold while I hold your hand. My name will always be on your pretty lips. Frozen fear in your lifeless eyes. On graceful milk-white dress - drops of bloody tears.
Should I kill me for forgiveness? I blame myself though I do not know for what. Never felt such desolation. Who will answer me - do it or do not?
Now it's too late, I can't do anything. This is the ode for my martyred bride. I am absorbed by the depths of apathy. This is the ode for my martyred bride.
I will follow if I call. Will you catch me if I fall? Really want to be with you. Don't forget what we've been through.
II. BELOVED The silent scream that I hope you will hear. Loneliness and oblivion so near. This winter air burns my memories and hopes. Even the dead hears my awful desperate woes.
All we knew, all we had - it made us to confuse. All we loved now are dead and there's nothing to lose. Now I pray - take my hand 'cause there's nothing to fear. I will hold you, darling. Stay with me.
III. AZRAEL Leave her to Heaven.
She'll never leave you in this cold world. She'll help you clear the pain that you hold. Don't you regret of all your past days. No need a doubt. She will be always With you. Forever. Leave her to Heaven.
No more cries. Don't you cry. She will catch you if you fall. Leave her to Heaven.