dead snow
Autor: Yamiku
know I should feel but there's no chance to touch
wherever the sense
wherever the mind
cold wind's freezing it
unable to move
unable wake up
soul mind
white eternity
body wings
red ice
listen to the sweet sound of angels
already dead but still flying
the demon's moving on its own
without the heavently shine surrounding it
'though it's fascinating
unable to resist
this addiction
this figure
humans only want to see what catches the eye
they're prisoned
eternal sacrifices to glittering hells fire
body only wants to play
'till the soul turns back
awakes from it's deep sleep under the innocent snow
dead as the body left and even close
unable to touch 'cause it melts away