In dark winter land, the people sufferd as possesed.
From every grown up, to a newborn child,
They all had faith beneath their chest.

But yet untold was the pain, and it drove her insane.
As she putted a rose on her lovers grave, red as blood,
Like a poison arrow into her vains.
She became an invisible thorn, a sign for the lonely ones.

She stod as a saint upon the broken,the fallen and for those who lost their faith.
She stod tall for the crying, the dying,
for all those who didn´t feel great.
She represented the grief, the jealousy
And the hate.