His skin...white as the purest snow,
Her eyes...darker than darkness itself,
My heart...silent beats below,
Your wings...bare the grace of an elf...

His eyes...blinded, eternaly...searching,
Her skin...beholdes divine parfume...spreading,
My wings...above you...covering,
Your heart...next to mine...feeling.

His figures...frozen in time,
My voice...silent.
Her embrace...close to divine,
My voice...silent.
My silence...always speaks for me,
My silence...
Your voice...

My death?...just a step to liberation,
Her shadow?...a neverending haunting dream...
Your life?...eternal incarceration.
His masks?...countless...one with the skin.

What's yours is mine...what's yours is mine!
Remember these words and all will be fine...
Arise your sight from down to...me!
My silece...speaks again for thee,
Expecting forgiveness??...erase that figure!
Flashback...what did I have to endure?

His hand...touching your spine,
Her dreams...turning me gray.
Expect from me no love-sublime,
After feeling your betray...
Release your hate...to flood me again,
Rip the spine of my love...and only then,
My river of tears will flow frozen,
Bitter tears...a dozen.

Our hands...forever merged in one,
His body...laying embrace upon you.
Her body...divided for a sacrifice done,
My sin...
Your sin...