Dead trees,
rise from the snow,
this is where,
my path leads,
me, leads,
me to misery.

They lost their name,
they will never dream,
never hope,
without words they accept my life.

Desire for endless,
moments,
in your arms,
evoken by,
one look in your eyes,
now there is,
only the wind’s,
embrace.

Enchanting,
voice from sweet lips,
I won’t hear again,
only,
the sad whisper,
from,
the cold,
waste.

Dead trees,
turn to dust,
covered with,
eternal snow,
I will never,
dream,
never hope again,
never.
this,
is where,
my path lead me,
to misery so cold,
to the end,
and I will,
never,
return,
will,
never.