Mistress Of The Dead - Most Torturous Depth of Looks of Cemetary Statues

This moving depth
Looks of cemetary statues
The last gazing of sympathy
Sprinkled by tears of deepest pain
Which says there was earthly suffering enough

Weeping snowflakes touching my tears I cry
Shining in deadly sadness I share with her
Her tragedy I try to forget in vain
In most torturous silence looks I drown
My fever neverending taking life from my veins
Calling me back to her forgotten grave

So I walk along this path like a shade
Soaking up my existence into frozen grass
Whispering so torturous in my shattered thoughts
Floating like ashes of my cremated beauty
The one an only she remains
In her terrible solitude
Wilderness of abandoned wraiths