Beautiful melodies find their way easier on the cold wind
Her voice was both, beautiful and cold
Her tragic song reached my ears, a painful shadow of grace
That’s how my heart went both, ignite and broken
Music was all I had when I walked on this world
Music was all she had on the far beyond
There she was, singing to her life’s grave
Here I am, listening to death’s eco in the abyss
Was she alive?
Am I dead?
Her melody of broken vows and betrayed dreams tainted my soul
My wondering eyes in despair ended her penance
We can’t go back, either to the grave, nor to be alive
Never the less the only thing we had was a goodbye song.