Mistress Of The Dead - White Roses,White Coffin

Her color so white Her death so quiet The grief of those who remained Devoured in the dawn of april White roses,White coffin Her flower veiled in obstinate silence No words can be said... ...But saddest of sad... Her color so quiet Her death so white When all love is there so deep... ...But no one to give... Her heart stopped it's pace Drowned in mortal weeping... Those who left will be forever searching The reason of living All was here remained White roses,White coffin In bitterly grieving rains of spring Her desolate loneliness they slowly bring Tears heavily falling into grains of sand Burying the path leading to her tomb Rounded so painfully by depressive gloom... ...Of dawn of april Her last... ...Most painful... ...Good-Bye...