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
