Surrounded by magic
With things we can't explain...
I want to wake from this fantasy
I have no control over...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
Thou shalt haveth no shame,
wielders of the eternal flame...
A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...
Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum...
Theres something soothing,
About that drop...
The end of the day has come,
As the once blue sky grows dark...
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...