Ophelia के बोल

O maiden pale Ophelia Your skin is white like diamonds in the snow But they know Madness and hysteria turned your flowers into stone Fleurs-de-lis Sweets to sweet I can hear them mourning at my grave Ophelia Can you feel this madbess in my veins Inside my veins Love and pain This sighing fate She fades away I fade away into black waters Confident black river strams tangle in your hair White veils merge to snowbells like deadly poetry All around you fleurs-de-lis on a white mortal bed Maiden thou shalt not sin Virgin suppress your will Forces seduce your lind Haunting a damsel's sleep