I can never defend my thoughts,
Never prepare the words that I use...

She's Walking in the mist
whispering in the wind...

A tale spoken in a current of air,
About the time Prince Llewellyn wept in despair...

A defenseless soul on her path to her home,
Innocent her solitude is followed by the unknown...

The edge is beneath my naked feet’s,
In a moment darker than a starless night...

A nameless damned soul is resting in the mist,
Bloods pouring still from her fainting wrist...

Deep in the stillness you sudden vanished away,
A tragedy exposed one dreadful day...

She’s standing outside the gates of heaven...
But no angel will let her in...

Soreness hides within his heart,
Mind conceals the dreadful scars...

A wind of silence whisper
With a calm but frightening voice...