(To long for your kiss)the same with the bitter, burning taste of alcohol.
Disappear (to fall into your arms) the same with the descent into a icy hell.
Caress (to stroke away your tears) the same as the blizzards outside would scream...

So come sweet death, knock upon the doors of heaven.
(Come... and let such springs turn to autumns; to let you forever turn away.)
So come sweet death, and play your serenade upon this cold ending.

If only I could hold you and make you laugh,
(If only I could give you the warmth to light a smile,)
rather than open my arms to the kiss of the frostbitten air of sudden winters.

To feel the cold shredding your flesh, and to fall into endless dreams.
(Sing... the verses of tragedy, and carry my oath that no freezing rain could mend.)
and begin... the sonata with no cadence such that forever, in this eternity, I will hear.

For with only your back to me,
(Tears will taint these snow fields a deathly color.)
For with only your back to me,
(I will fall forever in obsidian snow.)