And after twelve long months he grieved
His lover's ghost rose, rose from the deep
"What do you want from me, my love,
That troubles my eternal sleep?"
"I wish a kiss, oh love of mine.
A single kiss from thee, is all I plead.
Then I shall let you sleep in peace."
"My Breath is ice and see my love
My lips are cold as clay,
And if you kiss my salt wet lips,
You'll never live another a day."
He shall be cursed to live,
And thus bring ruin to life.
Listen well, but never speak.
The forest shall speak so many tongues,
but it shall tell wonderful tales,
About love, and about Death.