The suffering of my heart,
For my love is lost,
Our souls broken apart,
Our fire is in a frost,
The future had been read,
This killed the faith, the trust,
That I needed to move ahead,
To stay beyond the lust,
To love and be loved,
Now there is no hope,
The gods had me shoved,
Down in a wicked slope,
Down to my arctic tomb,
Where I would be forever doom.