My life is slowly slipping away,
i feel an illness coming over me...
...
Before you came to me...
Every thing must be a lie,
i can never see it...
She moves across the watery edge
Over moors and through the trees...
War is war
no matter what they say...
Fall into the mystic,
where things aren't as they seem...
This place,
so real...
Sweet little angel of darkness,
God hath withered away...
You have really hurt me.
You just took away my life...
I stay cold and frozen like snow,
hoping to die some day alone...
The shattered night lays death to rest,
At the kiss of the razors blood impressed...
I know you wouldn't understand me
no one really does...