Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard

Dashing away you left me cold and alone in the snow .
With no light for my roots, these branches couldn’t grow.

Melancholy I was before disturbed, the rewinding of time is much unheard.

And to say regret would be most fitting; I can’t even stand to eat for one sitting

As the hunger gnaws at my feet like hell hounds

The love I had was lost , now I’m no longer spell bound.