I'm looking around in this dark land.
There is only a knife in my hand.
Groaning by pain, rotten by life

The only solution here is to die.
I'm pulling closer the knife,
But my hand is touched by a beauty.

I lost my bride, and just cried.
Wintermoon. (My Wintermoon)


Everything's lost,
It's easier to be like a ghost.
Falling snow, falling tears.

How nice is the winter.

I'm pulling closer the knife,

But my hand is touched by a beauty.
I lost my bride, and just cried.
Wintermoon (My Wintermoon)


Arghhh... new meaning of life.