The Winter's Breath

Speak the whipers of the
dead decaying corpses
In this dreadful winter wind

Where is the moon tonight
The dark magic
all my hopes dreams
Are falling into your hands
My heart is bleeding in your
warm blooded hands

The moon shines in
your everlasting soul
I never wanted to be yours
I just want your lite to light up my soul for all eternity

Let the blood fall from your hand
Your blood is drenching away my sorrows

My grims are only a sacrific
To my soul
Be the moon
Why can you never hear my dead decaying corpses
For you