I think with teary eyes of you my love on this dark night
I recall a time with you when lonely rooms of saddest blue
Love at loss is why to never fall into the light
and my feelings true shall never rest until I die with you
on a cold winters night.

Her hand it had one life moves against the tide of time and fate
her hand it had one life turns its back on those who cannot see
and from this dying world an echo carried softly on the breeze
sounds of the reapers grace, a silent tear forced to a grim defeat

I watch the candle light dance in time across your face
Your supple skin on mine. Lost in your gaze I slip away.
Embrace the dusk my love for it may be our last
but let not this moment fade and our memory shall never know the grave
on a cold winters night.

She blushed to the eyes appearing behind the curtains a silhouette of grave
and the cattails swayed, a gentle mist beside the mirrors gleam
From a soul that shines likes stars, in the heaven from afar.
Every word rings true, ill never rest until I die with you.
On a cold winters night.