Winter's coming
And this forgotten tale
Resurfaces time after time.
The cold wind blows letters of a
Lost love nymph call it's taranis
And prepares
The vengeance on man,
From a past no more known,
She cries the cruel faith
No more cheerful dance
Among trees...
A funeral force
Will prevail,
Over
Honey lips searching
For it's beloved poisoned heart,
Pulling down the wall
Of guilty man.
Under a freezing moon,
She'll wander shouting
With a shrill voice
Her desperation.
Many ages have pa*sed
And she's always alone,
Never forgetting the misfit,
Yearning ravenous
For the killer's ruin.
Thout bora infuse your shining gaze,
We'll be your cut-throat sons.