The crimson are the clouds beneath Her feet
The sunset colours them in red at Her desire
In shades the one with sword who has succeed
To put his soul to latria of love and fire

For Queen of woods, snows, mirrors of the lakes
The church he made her honours to bestow
Still water lillies saw while She comes and takes
His heart to share Her death in sullen grove

The headstone under silent water stands
The long lost place where no one dares to go
The tower rose to crown their bitter ends
And memory's kept by alps in blanket of the snow