Remnants of beauty shards of dreams
Drifting endlessly down distant streams
She cried out with no avail
Her tears and sorrow then set sail
Drifting endlessly down distant streams
She cried out with no avail
Her tears and sorrow then set sail
Under a weeping moon
She cries out for her loved one
I am the mountain a king of old
A snowy cell where dying flowers grow
Look to me when skies are burning
I am the call of constant yearning!
The rose which she seeks
Only blooms in midwinter
I am the ancient God of loss and despair
Too old and proud to lend a caring hand
A child's life rests in my hands
Where to turn, where to hide?
The mother will never rest
She will always believe he's still here
Until she finds his bones in a frostbitten tomb!
The rose which she seeks
Only grows on a child's grave
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