Pools of blood,
crimson eyes...
Take my hand
Fly with me to the Netherlands...
Hiding deep in the woods
my wings fluttering...
Ice cold all alone
turns her blood to slush...
This dream may never happen
fair ivory skin like ice...
Her dress is ripped her wings are torn
Weeping maiden all forlorn...
Breeze through the trees
Whisper of the wind...
A long time ago
He was a wondrous being...
The anger of the demon
Sends sparks of fire everywhere...
Pale as a ghost
Hair black as the night...
A dark caped shadow
Doth creep the streets...
I am sitting all in this dark ordained room.
I have no one to talk to...