winter as she smiles upon the dead
bound to earth by a thread
turning loving hearts to ice
cryins as they demise
A storm raging through the forest
where lost souls don`t rest
pittying those loving fools
being used as tools
Death plays with her new toys
lovely young naive boys
playing with their hearts
as she tears them apart
When their lovers die from the cold
they are the ones to behold
how cruel nature can be
because they don`t see
the smiles upon their lover`s faces
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