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