With pure innocence in heart she walks through the woods, Her long coat embraces her like raven wings. Cold steel in her hands, a red thin trace Follows her steps through the snow. In this cold world of hypocrisy she's a true word.
In the nights, one hidden place His arms covered her, protected her In the nights, the silent nights A perfect fusion, unperfect end
Old tree-trunks hide the senseless tragedy Of a young despaired girl But life still goes on a few yards away In the old grey abbey which was home Now her lips remain closed and the white skin is cold Oh look what condemnation brought.