Ophelia

O maiden pale Ophelia

Your skin is white like diamonds in the snow

But they know

Madness and hysteria turned your flowers into stone

(Fleurs-de-lis

Sweets to sweet)

I can hear them mourning at my grave, Ophelia

Can you feel this madness in my veins?

Inside my veins

Love and pain

This sighing fate

She fades away

I fade away into black waters

Confident black river streams tangle in your hair

White veils merge to snowballs like deadly poetry

All around you fleurs-de-lis on a white mortal bed

Maiden thou shalt not sin

Virgin suppress your will

Forces seduce your mind

Haunting a damsel's sleep