In the middle of the frozen field
The blackthorn stings my thin white skin.
I don't feel and I don't need
This non-existent numb marine.
Deeply in my madness
Someone is now whispering.
These are not the branches,
This is not the wind.
Set me free from my memories
And let them die under the rime.
Set me free from my madness
If you want to stop the time.
Set me free…
In the darkness of the broken heart
I didn't find even cold ash.
My open wounds are bleeding much
The crows around are dabbing my flesh.
Deeply in my bitter pain
I can't find the right way
All behind is broken
All behind is dead…
Set me free from my memories
And let them die under the rime.
Set me free from my madness
If you want to stop the time.
Stop the time…
Oh, under the frail rime
I keep all that is not mine.
You never know
How it is cold inside
Without a hope, without your light…