Žodžiai dainai: April Ethereal. Advent. The Last Glance Into Her Eyes.

The fire of the four seasons
The glitter of all nights and days
The strenght of the blowing winds
The drops of the washing rains

You were with him that day
You were with him that night
Death was approaching to you
You knew what for

The last stars died out
The Moon silently cried
The darkness of the night swallowed up
All your little universe
You stood next to him
I saw you then
You glanced to the end
Into his dying eyes
Without any feeling
You stood over hin like death
Even a small tear drop
Didn't moisten your eyelashes
I saw an indifferent
Look on your pretty face
I looked into your eyes
But you didn't give yourself away

The fire faded then died out
The glimpse forever perished
The winds forever faded away
The rains completely dried