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...
Take a walk one time
through the forest of night...
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...
Born from fire,
Crimson with golden tips and a pearly sheen...
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...