Wrapped around each other
They walked through a forest
Unfamiliar to them
Neverending to the little ones
Poor little, troll tangled hair
And weakling troll fearful
Both so bravely there
In support of each other
What awaited them beyond the trees
Flower so beautiful
Totally indescribable
Desired by the poor little tangled hair
Their leaden legs
Are felt no more by neither one
No world around them
Surrounded only by illusion
Across the frozen land
They walk hand in hand
Without a glimpse to each other
Without a word to one another
They looked reflection from the ice
Of their furrowed faces
Eyes soaked in tears
Are disappointed to their owners
That flower died and so drowned the troll weakling
In the tears of the tangled hair
It’s just how it goes
It doesn’t always happen
As was wished by the poor little tangled hair
Their leaden legs
Are felt no more by neither one
No world around them
Surrounded only by illusion
Their leaden legs
Are felt no more by neither one
No world around them
Surrounded only by illusion
Strangers fingers are playing
This instrument
The fingers of death
cold and stiff
I walk past a gate
Unfamiliar world
Dreary scenery is unfolded
right before the eyes
Now all the words have been said
Songs have been sung
Evening already darkens
At the break of dawn
When I drown in my own tears
I hope it’s left behind
The name of the beautiful flower
To live forevermore