An endless flowing spring of rapture, a pure splendor of spirit cure. Never could I have dreamt of having you, all your love to behold. But now my girl, you lie cold. A lifeless stare and you don´t breath, it´s unfair, I whisper through my teeth. Nothing left of you but the cooling blood in your veins, and the scent of your dark moist hair, I, in horrific despair embrace you, looking for warmth that isn´t there. What will I do without you with me here? My frightened, flickering eyes reflect...