A misty stream,
Of stolen souls...

With a fighters heart and a dreamers head,
So proud they leave, returning dead...

In another lifetime I would wish,
to find a place away from this...

Child of winter,
Child of Darkness...

My bleeding wrest,
My tears so true...

Your scent, your touch, so decadent,
Your kiss pure poison in my veins...

Would you recognize the sound,
If I was crying at your feet...

Sweet innocence, she used to smile,
And steal your breath for quite a while...

There she is,
perfect in all her damage...

Lets find a place to be alone,
Where no one knows our faces...

So this is goodbye, I guess,
I just never knew till now...

Ghostly whispers,
misty kisses...