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The ambush took your comrades

Roaming in the forest

The clamor still in your ears

Yet the cold already started to bite

Faint and gentle, an ancient melody was sung

Intimate voice of a woman

How beautiful!

Shaking behind a tree, you glazed at her

Sitting on the rock,

Dreamy eyes, dreaming heart

Without control of your body you came forward

She laid a hand on your cheek, cold as a stone!

“Poor creature, for long evil has dwelled here

It moved my malefactor

You are but a puppet in its hand”

Sorrow, and closeness,

Her eyes impressed onto you

As the bullet struck.

Sorrow, and closeness,

Her eyes impressed onto you

As the bullet struck

“For long evil has dwelled in the mountain

It moved my malefactor

chiseled me into the stone

and now, you are but a puppet in its hand”