On the bridge across the river
stood a tall woman of might
She had blood on her hands
and a chill in her eyes
An ascetic calm grace
on a countenance so white
Her heart was of fire
Her blood was of ice
On the bridge across the river
stood a tall woman of might
She jumped off the wall
into the rivers' cold night
Tis said that even the dark warriors
the slayers of light
Have ever reached their end
Coz love was their plight
