Under the frozen sky
The wind's blowing
And all the leaves
Fall to the ground
A mat of gold and blood
Covers the earth
Soon coated by
The winter snows
Your numb and freezing soul
Stands in front of the past
This summer paradise
Shall never be yours again
A tear of ice rolls down
Upon your cheek
Now hailstone lies
Into your heart
Icebound is your love
Into the cold
Into the mists
Of those mountains
The wind is blowing in the trees
The snow is falling on the ground
The tempest rumbles in the sky
The frost is covering your eyes
A thunderbold upon your head
No mercy from the sun for you
Begone
No spring shall rejoy
The flowers of your soul
You're seeking for her eyes
But she's lost and lost for good
Let the coldest rose
Bloom down your chest
This wintertide
Shall be your grave