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First signs of a new dawn claimed beyond the sight of the far mountains A black sun rising, casting a red shadow under my lonely body A seed was growing inside of me, guiding me to the top of the mountains Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there Whispering my name... Ignorant of the tragic fate that the horned angels were already announcing Through the blizzard I was trying to reach the top Whence my name was pronounced Against the will of the gods For the unholy matrimony would be an heresy Against the very essence of reason Passion But the immoral had to be Strong, pure, destructive Beyond love Pleasure and pain I saw a golden hair carried by the wind getting caught in my clothes covered with snow That was the sign, yet unknown the embrace was already tightening around my soul Her finger was pointing at me when I discovered Her sitting on her frozen throne. Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there Whispering my name... On Her side, an old druid was preparing a philtre that Her and I drank From Letras Mania