On the cold iced land
deep in the sea, into the forest
there's a woman
corpse's skin, dead's eyes
lips which desire.

Ingrid my love, Ingrid my world
in my life, in my death
dying life, living death.

Please don't leave me...

With a cross made of bronze on her neck
and the breeze of the water upon
when she looks up high to the sky
clouds of anger under her feet
when she walks on earth.

I stare at her and get into the dark side,
into the world of the peace less immortals.

Ingrid my love, Ingrid my world
in my life, in my death
dying life, living death.

Don't you leave me..!

I'm here and alone
wishing death to come,
take me with you
to the ever last garden-
in the forest, where we first met
in the forest, when I found your heavy head.

Dare you leaving me now!