Four dead seasons

I can feel the warmth of summer breeze
And the coldness of winter frost that freeze
The darkness in thy serene night I feel
And all the shades of thy crimson light I need

But most I feel the pain of life,
thus I suffer more than thou
With sympathy I bleed for thee,
but thy loss you feel devour s me
O'human relief has forsaken me,
as your spirits are buried underground
The coldness of this dead cold night,
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight

More anguish I feel when thy autumn leaves fall
More despair for success I need when the spring flowers blossom
More frozen I'll be when thy shimmering snow buries me
More torment of heat I will feel when thy ardour wastes my pale face

But most I feel the pain of life,
thus I suffer more than thou
With sympathy I bleed for thee,
but thy loss you feel devours me
O'human relief has forsaken me,
as your spirits are buried underground
The coldness of this dead cold night,
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight

Your emotion is my devotion
Thy love is real unlike the world
Four dead seasons, but with splendid delicacy
Sometimes they tempt us to something unreal

But most I feel the pain of life,
thus I suffer more than thou
With sympathy I bleed for thee,
but thy loss you feel devours me
O'human relief has forsaken me,
as your spirits are buried underground
The coldness of this dead cold night,
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight