There she lies, with sleeping eyes.
All strength has flown in fury sights.
May her heart be close to the soul of mine,
And all what rots just tumble down.
On the power I betrayed,
'Neath almighty blizzards deceived.
Seduction to all what breads beneath
The path I stare to beckons
Thou art my fortune
Bitterness all fades away.
Thou art my fortune,
To who I will forever stay.