Lost in the storming of the north   someone warm up his own beloved   a feeble flower of the north      No one can hear their sos   but could someone ever care less,   of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?      She was brighter than a star   he loved to watch the rain   and just like a trick of life   they departed in winter      Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust   bonded by time in tears and rust   in the darkest hall of winter lust      No one could hear their sos   and no-one could ever care less,   about two creatures laid to rest