With pure innocence in heart she walks through the woods,   Her long coat embraces her like raven wings.   Cold steel in her hands, a red thin trace   Follows her steps through the snow.   In this cold world of hypocrisy she’s a true word.     Refr.   In the nights, one hidden place   His arms covered her, protected her   Forbidden love   In the nights, the silent nights   Ebony found ivory   A perfect fusion, unperfect end     Old tree-trunks hide the senseless tragedy   Of a young despaired girl   Only heaven cries   But life still goes on a few yards away   In the old grey abbey which was home   Now her lips remain closed and the white skin is cold   Oh look what condemnation brought.   He could not help her   He was already dead   Banned in a picture   A hundred years old