Icy snow Winter winds The frozen blood Of those who sin
Once the sweet spring Of fabled folklore Once wondrous life But no more
The crimson tears Of those who've died Stain the snow In which we hide
Petals falling, falling Scarlet rushing, rushing Ravens calling, calling Hush
Time passes by The petals still fall The weak and old die As some day we'll all
Petals falling, falling Scarlet rushing, rushing Ravens calling, calling Hush
Kept a prisoner Kept alive Kept miserable To survive
One day free One day dead One day happy Bathed in red
The last petal falls As a gentle winds blows The last breath of life Of the winter's blood rose.
hotchick910 · Sat Sep 03, 2005 @ 03:29pm · 2 Comments |