Demether
Текст песни Her Last Home

Just like oil on canvassЕ
Touch of red, mostly blackЕ
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youЕ

WeepsЕ shadowЕ
Cries Е sparkleЕ
УShe sleeps, she sleepsЕФ

Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being hisЕ

Now she is like a torn flower,
AloneЕ

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneЕ