Believe what I will lead you to believe
A screen of smoke before your glassy eyes
Reality is just a waking dream
The persecution of a sickly wish
Make haste and run towards the ruinous end
That no supernal agency can mend

Once there was an Elf-maid
One whom destiny spurned
She was taken away
And she never returned
Voice that cries in your ears
Thoughts that drive you insane
Your delirium repeats
The obsessive refrain
Buried under the mound
There, where her life was burned
She remained in the woods
And she never returned
Bitter snows from the North
On the way to the past
But the past can't be reached
Though you are running so fast