11 acessos
She stands on the hill, so lonely
Falling down on her knees, wide open arms
Longing for desperately a gods sign
Alone in the dark beyond these freezing skies, she is crying
The moon gives its light off piercing centenary trees, so bright
Ice-cold winds slash her naked body, so young
The forced loss of innocence hurts so hard inside
Lost in her grief, filth of mankind
Far from above her head she feels divine entities
Sarcastic whispers come to her ears, laughing at her feeble story