Gone

And thus the queen was caught in the mists
Alone to haunt there she was doomed
And none could save her
Unless... the forgotten song was sang again

I reach out to touch your face
But you're not here
I reach out to hold your hand
But I can't see you here with me
But you're not here with me any more

She's gone

Time's never ending
And the mists are so cold
A doom of sadness and grief
That no one foretold

Oh, deprived
By the slightest hope to see the light again
By the sun and the rain
She will not await me, await me