Her blue eyes, blonde hair, she was my true love that I craved

Now she lies beneath the earth, underneath the garden’s grave;

Snow blankets the ground, a lone raven crows

Now she’s gone, as the chilling midnight air blows

I sit with my hand on her grave, never to see her again;

I gain nothing from this pain, but being trapped in these chains

Look back down to the grave where a black rose lay

I can feel her presence, as my heart turns gray

I lay beside the garden’s grave, thinking of everything she gave me;     

But now she can’t save me