Nurman (Hymn of Cold Northern Town)
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease!