I wandered blindly through
The darkened winter streets
Without the purpose and the way
And felt not my heart beats.
And suddenly the eyes
Have stopped me in my track.
The glance of piercing pure ice
Sent shivers down my back.
She was like snow itself -
So beautiful and cold.
Her raven hair writhed in the wind,
That laughed, and screamed, and called...
The Witch of Winter Night
Have gently smiled to me.
That time I knew - my life and soul
Will never be set free...
мне написали) совсем как-то по-темноэльфийски)