Do you remember The grey forest, so silent,
like your cold longing, and grim,
like last leaves from the branch of dead tree,
falling into the oblivion, this unruly soul.

angels don't fly to the high, anymore,
snow fill this land so grey, again,
all will be so beautiful.
angels don't fly to the high, anymore
blizzard hide everything dead... again

Fall to the snow, so white and beautiful,
they close eyes, and die away.

Do you feel the fear, fear in your heart!
and remember the pain, inside of you
like 1000 nails, punctures your anguished heart,
like a void inside of you,
Pain so cruel, and die beautiful...!