…the lake, she won't carry the world on her wings When she falls, she falls like the lightest snow flake Melts away before the morning springs, melts away before the morning springs So the little heart slowly fades away…

…End of the Winter End of the coldness End of the day Crows come to this forest Flies through this woods Over the dark water Where ice will die soon Winter surrenders finally Spring rises it's wings Unleash sun's burning…

…emotionas, like earlier years. A life with the desired game brings always a pain, you wonder, why the others look so happy, how they have lived and or, are they good hiding the the real game. Everybody has the inner desiree…

…one Whoever brings the night The Dark, created to hide the innocent white, the lust of night Eyes so bright, seductive lies Crimson masquerade where I merely played my part Poison dart of desire All you love is a lie…