One year is passed
The mud is hard on the road
Winter has come
Trees are black and dead

She just cried
Rain of tears flew on her face
He was afraid and dread
But knew: She must make her war

From the dense fog of the past
Images and memories flew on the sky
And he was there with her as once
And now he's under the ground!

Where is the hand that touches you?
Slowly the Ice is covering all
Where is the word that speaks to you?
The silence is the answer from the walls

Once everything will be other
Once the Sun will cool
But the Spirit is living forever
You have to stand up and fight for your memories!

In your soul the flame's scorching
I'll be that speaks to your spirit!