Every night he comes to the tomb of his dead love
At the fence of the cemetery he searches for her sight
But her eyes have long subdued in the empty darkness
Only her lonely pray is audible through the silence
Find mine among lonely souls
Spill on me drops of light
Force heart to knock
Take away with you in his dead night
Destroy this shrill emptiness
Every night he puts of roses on a tombstone
In his heart hundreds of copper bells groan
Only the rain sees his tears and the wind carries away his scream
His heart know ice, her last pray is his unique dream
Rescue me from my eternal cold
Undressed my loneliness
Come into my illusive world
Illusive world