Living Dead
I wonder how the wind blows
your breath is as cold as winters snow
I feel the tingle in my finger tips
The frost along my cheeks
Your breath againts my neck
Simple,
and hallow
Nothing compares to the feeling of the living dead
your breath is as cold as winters snow
I feel the tingle in my finger tips
The frost along my cheeks
Your breath againts my neck
Simple,
and hallow
Nothing compares to the feeling of the living dead