O maiden pale Ophelia Your skin is white like diamonds in the snow But they know Madness and hysteria turned your flowers into stone (Fleurs-de-lis Sweets to sweet) I can hear them mourning at my grave, Ophelia Can you feel this madness in my veins? Inside my veins Love and pain This sighing fate She fades away I fade away into black waters Confident black river streams tangle in your hair White veils merge to snowballs like deadly poetry All around you fleurs-de-lis on a white mortal bed Maiden thou shalt not sin Virgin suppress your will Forces seduce your mind Haunting a damsel's sleep