There's so cold, but she's still staring at the sky
Mother nature cries for her and wants to die
The clouds are as dark as evil man's mind
Pouring raindrops makes her wet and blind
No one cares, what was before
Was she saint or stupid whore
Wild wind shakes all of the trees
Makes her to catch all dried brown leaves
Ravens are flying above her, high
Willing for another try
Thunder rips hearing apart
Frightens and haunts her broken heart
Senseless face and muddy heels
As nightmare itself reveals
Blurry fog absorbs her sore
Blackens all the cloths she wore
There's so cold, but she's still staring at the sky
Mother nature cries for her and wants to die