She's descending on spirals Deep into the woods Following a path of fireflies Like a ghost she moves Shattered white dress in the darkness Catches the moonlight glow Walk away beside the ravens Hear the autumn moans Careful, don't disrupt the lion Do not whirl the mist Leave the wolves alone and quiet On their mellow dreams In her eyes you can see nothing No remains of soul Through the winds Sibú is calling While she walks almost alone She's descending on spirals Through the veins of earth Where spotless secrets can lay On a silent grave Holding on the hands of her love Carrying on his head Drags him deep into oblivion Leaves a trail of pain Down the swamp the night goes deeper There's no turnaround Nor even the wind can be heard On this unforgiven ground Trails of blood has been erased Tears where never drop On this god's forgotten landscape Where she lays almost alone