You, That May Wither - Ved Buens Ende

A distant cry…

From whom I perished for?

No…

You are born…

…the winterburden

I bled your tears once

If only I could wither

You, That May Wither

A distant cry…

From what I perished for?

No…

It was born…

The winterburden

I bled it’s tears once…

Oh, if only it could wither

Wither in the absence of your thoughts

So I cry…

I cry not only for my spirit in it’s living shell

But for the ones who used the lust for me