Necrofrost Under The Carpathian Branches
With whiffchill the Fog soars, while over her Sighs
The Night wants lay; A nostalgic dreaming in quiet
remorse
Hours passing slowly since he went yesterday.
She remembers his Words... "Your Love is my Power,
f will be back in one Hour" -and rode away into the Pale
Without never ever reach her Hail
He rode into a swampy Jail.
Far away of his sweet Elenorian,
who's in raging Worrying,
since he went yesterday
Already few Months later without his Hello;
It was the Third of May;
she strangled herself on this forgotten Gallow,
which never ever will go away