Cold wind plucks the string of sorrow in a deep and silent forest There's no one to caress the wound of a dying goddess Imprisoned in ancient stones in a bittersweet eternity while the lashing wings of angels pour grief to the ground New gods came to the land presence of a prayer in the distance as teh memories of a forlorn time are fading with the sun Bleeding forever with the Earth embraced by cold tranquility die alone in agony