It was a cold winters night
the silver moon’s up on the rise
i could have sworn that i was her
standing at the edge of my sight
holy water bless my soul
i broke the seal from long ago
chased by her shadows in the still of the night
i went blind and lost my sight
no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold
black night
running in the black
black night
no sign of light
in a stream of illusions
i saw all the spirits arise
heard the echoes of laughter
and a voice calling me cold as ice
like the wind that speaks of old
her story was left to long untold
haunted by shadows in the still of the night
no one there no one in sight
no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold
