At last the spring has come
And washed away the pure, white snow
It's time they stand and start the show
When cherry blossoms begin to frown

Numbed down sandness and despair
She takes a deep breath of air
The infinite curse closing the wounds
That many others trampled on.

With the dignity of a mighty god
With the walk of an angel
With the body of a demon lord
With the soul of a woman in love

The servants that were once forgotten
Enchanting spells, awakening the rotten
Gather the fire, air, earth and water
And sow the clothes for their beloved

The god of life himself is dressing her
The god of death is blessing her
The underworld prepared her jewelry
The heaven braids her hair with mysteries.

She finally walks among us all...