Where do you come from, little sister,
with this burden on your shoulders,
with laughter so strained,
and so much grey in your eyes?
Where do you come from little sister,
with such thin and chilly fingers
and the trembling in your voice,
like that of an old woman?
Come to me little sister.
I’ll take you into the light, little sister.
Come to me into the light. It will not burn you.
What are you hiding, little sister?
Nobody hears the silent screaming.
Nobody sees your quiet sobbing.
You have no more tears left.
What are you hiding, little sister?
What tool has ripped those wounds?
What has found its way inside you?
You’re so helpless, still and void.
Come to me into the light little sister ...
Where are you going, little sister?
What does your soul hunger for?
For oblivion or for vengeance?
For reprisal without planning?
Come to me into the light little sister ...