There is a tragedy
deep within this soul
A dark aura
made of stones of sadness
and vast void of longing
On songs of sorrows maiden
the swans drown in grievance
On silver waters springs
This despair she sings;
" In oaken chest they keep my grief
Under the thousand tombstones
lies a thousand dreams:"
Forever lonely to wander
these landscapes
of the desperate dreams
There is nothing
that can fill the void of longing
Immortalized by grief
"In oaken chests
we keep her dreams:
binding her spirit onto earth"
