The winter wind blows cold against the window panes
The fires dies and ice embraces me
The lighht receeds as if in shame.
I would call but there's no one to hear my plea
My breath appears before me
Pale phantoms prance across my face
I wonder when I will cease to be?
my dress is snow and cob web lace
I hear a knocking at my door
I hope for an angel from the heavens above
He's beautifull and my spirits soar
But a voice inside says dont fall in love.
He works for his keep and we share all we have
The shadow of hope awakens within
This twisted fantasy cuts a strange new path
I try to defy this love, like sin
Even if he's not alive like me
Even though I'm damned if I do
With fangs and a lust for blood, I'll love
With a love that grew where the winter roses bloom.
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