We are crossed the sacred line
We are stepped over mild divide.
We are rest in tomb of divene
But on the other sides.

And Mistress arrived...
There was incorporeal
Ghost of sleeping tress
If seemed time stopped still.

Her head was crowned with mistletoe wreath
By raven horde she's coming at our our death
Her sagebrush sleeves of snow-white
Her dark within as her morion light

Countless souls behind her back
That weighted earthly woe
Of fateless and hopewrecked
By wintry tempests blow...

Among the cold of moveless stones
She came to us haunting one.
Through the choir of those who gone
Distortions while begin...

And I stood at her down of my knees
Till she said to me...

"Rise up now, wanderer
Those you're seeking - on the verge of demise
Are you ready to going under?
That say you are? Rise!!!
And darkness fell before the eyes
Let my raven horde will show you like way
To your beloved one...
Why are you help me this cruel day?"

There was naither answer no moan
With silence starting wind.
And grew into a roaring storm
And Mistress dissolved in the fiend.

Then I was encircled by a cloud of ravens
Over the faceless plains...
And we went over the heavens
Forgeting about our cold pain.

Awakenung of the sleeping fields
Of pale grasses, tied as a rope
I've seen the future that was sealed
And every minutes lost my hope

With a deepest heart I rose
By fragile faith and remorse
One last step for me
And then I saw thee

Sha lay down on the snow in near
But I could not reach her hand
Please carry on and don't give up this fear
Death is not the end!!!

Our searching is over after all
This deadly winter it cleared for us this world
I lost myself acquired your heart
Nevermore we wiil be torn apart

And starless night sheltered us
And gave new life in her womb
Together, my dearest dream at last
With mourning wreath at our tomb!!!

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