Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...
She gracefully pulls back again
pulling her teeth out of his flesh...
'Sun's demise is sumptuous,' you whisper in the...
Pensive and warm, seeking me with your Light...
Look for me in the ice palace,
Shimmering through the night...
Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
I want to wake from this fantasy
I have no control over...
The dark one flys like an angel,
Her wings are misty gray...
It is a night of blood, a song of darkness, wolves...
The beautiful one rises...
Her once new black dress is torn
her gloves no longer keep her warm...
The rain drops splattering while it rains
Each one drumming on the window panes...
Catastrophe has broke
On the horizon...