Sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground No mere shadow against blackening skies Mute air sees and knows a caress of it's beloved Laid to rest for another day in silence has passed Golden age and the slight of cruel cold hands Once spring once bloom once sun once precious perished age Once life once my own once close and dear And the hush of death sublime They say you hear when you shiver in the sun Shiver in the sun How little warmth Cruellest of stars Breed ruin and then Nothing else nothing else nothing else... But a void Spirits left Weakened hands Glad somehow One breath taken Stolen from night's grace Sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground Naked against a naked sun