作曲 : Carl-Michael, Ved Buens Ende
A distant cry... 
From what 
I perished for? 
No.... It was born... 
The winterburden. 
I bled its tears once... 
Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of my thoughts. 
So I cry... 
I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell. 
But for the ones who brought the lust through me...