Chiral - Queen of the Setting Sun

I was surrounded by the snow, while the whole world slept unconscious.
As a pale white blanket lashed by winds, this empty land lives in silence unseen.

I woke up in a shiny crystal cavern, smelled the air as it scars my face. The closed ceiling as an icy casket, devoured and fed the beast within. I could not see, but rocks gathered around me, a deadly throne they seemed.

Tried and went outside, I remember felt the pale sun on my withered skin. As far as my sight could go only a vast white I saw.

Oh maiden of the snow,
Of desires and sorrows your soil's the witness, as the wicked beauty of your nakedness awakes me. Wonderfully numb to clear crystal skies that dress up your misty mountains.

Covered in a bear-skin's mantel I made it to the crest, not so far away from the ridgeline where ice melts into a dreamless ocean of evergreen meadows. And the sun's borrowed light dwelled all over the place. It was my gift. A sweet gift, with mournful eyes I tasted. Cause I know that everything ends right when it begins.

And now I sit at the last glimpse of sunshine, watching my rocky cave from above. A last thing I remember, that lone burning ray. The setting sun lighting up your face, and your eyes so cold.