First signs of a new dawn claimed beyond the sight of the far mountains   A black sun rising, casting a red shadow under my lonely body   A seed was growing inside of me, guiding me to the top of the mountains      Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there   Whispering my name...      Ignorant of the tragic fate that the horned angels were already announcing   Through the blizzard I was trying to reach the top   Whence my name was pronounced   Against the will of the gods   For the unholy matrimony would be an heresy   Against the very essence of reason      Passion      But the immoral had to be   Strong, pure, destructive   Beyond love   Pleasure and pain      I saw a golden hair carried by the wind getting caught in my clothes covered with snow   That was the sign, yet unknown the embrace was already tightening around my soul   Her finger was pointing at me when I discovered Her sitting on her frozen throne.      Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there   Whispering my name...      On Her side, an old druid was preparing a philtre that Her and I drank