I feel the power of the kill
My blood runs quick, what a thrill...
The break of day
Enlightens a strange sight...
This is describing the painting by Edvard Munch...
http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/munch...
The only way to kill something is ......
To kill its creator...
Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She feared the darkness all alone...
Life was good
before I...
When I came into this world
I was so innocent and pure...
The desperate plight of a young girl
Taking pity...
The blood of old
The blood of new...
There is no horse
Ridden by a knight...
Vines of Emerald bind her heart
Golden hair flows free...
The ice begins to break.
I can see the eyes more clearly now...