There was an echo, an old sore,
A bewildering reflection
No winds, but cricket chirps
alongside to the trail
Traces before me
Something flitting across
Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery
A pasture on the left repeals my worry
That no soul had been here before me
As at this glimpse of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who spoke to me:

Welcome, brother
Welcome, traitor
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace
In vengeful embrace

I was seized with mere fear
As at his words I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty
A tragedy in december snow
And all turned into rampant
Tendrils entwined about my neck
A mist gathered where suns would be
And again he did speak to me Welcome, brother
Welcome, traitor
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace
In vengeful embrace

She burdened me with her kiss
Bedecked garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters sweet
That were never meant to release
December's virgin snow
A tender touch at ease
let luster grow in her eyes
At our chalet in conceal
And she burdened me with her kiss
Bedecked garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters sweet
Never meant to release
When luster passed from her eyes

Again there was this echo,
an old sore torn wide open,
This bewildering reflection
I did repel, but never repented

Oh brother, traitor
Ever longed-for Intimate
Woe betide you
For you stole what was mine