At last the spring has come
And washed away the pure, white snow
It's time they stand and start the show
When cherry blossoms begin to frown
Numbed down sandness and despair
She takes a deep breath of air
The infinite curse closing the wounds
That many others trampled on.
With the dignity of a mighty god
With the walk of an angel
With the body of a demon lord
With the soul of a woman in love
The servants that were once forgotten
Enchanting spells, awakening the rotten
Gather the fire, air, earth and water
And sow the clothes for their beloved
The god of life himself is dressing her
The god of death is blessing her
The underworld prepared her jewelry
The heaven braids her hair with mysteries.
She finally walks among us all
Stripping away the sadness wall
That numbed so many of us
As the procession takes its course
All the dignity and remorse
She breathes upon all of those
And cleans what's haunting all of us.
As dignified as she may be
She must remain a memory
For we, as humans, all forget
The love, the hate and the regret.
The ravens gather all around her words
The road to the holy mountain opens up
And all the living and the dead
Assemble all the feelings at her feet
To walk her on her final trip,
To strip her of her first hearbeat
To bring her home and put her back to sleep
From ancient times a prophecy stood straight
Telling about the king's beautiful maiden
Who will awaken, fight, and descend
Only when the winter ends
To cure all the unspoken tales
That humans carry with themselves.
While stepping on the gravestones of us all
She came again and broke the spells
And pleaded for forgiveness in our name
All those who wish to never be the same.
As we stand gathered in sadness and in awe
She passes, gently stepping on our world,
Goes bavk to sleep in the old mountain
The courtesan of time, who we have all forgotten.
