With the mist she rises
Cold as the air and the falling wind
She glides towards death’s passion
Hunger in her eyes
Victim of damnation
Eyeing her love thru a window pane
She longs for his blood like thunder
Passion
Feel it rising
Longing to strike
Satan’s bride
Stands at the gates of Heaven
Cold fire
She prays for release from Hell
Her heart is as black as the night
Entombed in her grave of cold earth
No sun no light forever again
The mark of the one unholy
Memory
A life long past
Slowly subsides