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 passed
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.