There is a tragedy deep within this soul A dark aura made of stones of sadness and vast void of longing On songs of sorrows maiden the swans drown in grievance On silver waters springs This despair she sings; " In oaken chest they keep my grief Under the thousand tombstones lies a thousand dreams…" Forever lonely to wander these landscapes of the desperate dreams There is nothing that can fill the void of longing Immortalized by grief "In oaken chests we keep her dreams… binding her spirit onto earth"