A distant cry
From whom I perished for?
No
You are born
the winterburden

I bled your tears once
If only I could wither,
You, That May Wither

A distant cry
From what I perished for?
No
It was born
The winterburden
I bled its tears once
Oh, if only it could wither,
wither in the absence of your thoughts

So I cry

I cry not only for my spirit in its living shell
But for the ones who used the lust for me