A weeping procession moving through the snow
Silent pale faces, perceptible
Tumbling against walls of stone The frozen hand of
We part for ever from today Farewell beloved one
Where the wind blows over the mountaintops into the ancient
Now far I am from you, before my fire alone,
In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps Dreaming
Spirit is your fate and burden
Spirit is your destination
Once long
And when the moon enrapts the streams
And trembles on
