Looking down at my life   I find the cold stare of spite   In a copse the angel sighs   I long to feel her at my side   Hope is dread, it waits for me   And through it's cloak, I cannot see   In her arms I wish to rest   But she's slave to cold, sweet death      [chorus]   And she knows what's in my heart   And she sees the falling snow   On this darkest night of life   And she sees the fires burn   Underneath the falling snow   On this darkest night of life      I trace her steps and yet I find   The search in vain to end this life   I smell the rose within her hand   Existing in the hour's sand   Hope is dread, it waits for me   And from it's grasp I long to be   She shuts her eyes, the darkness falls   And life is lost to midnight's call      [chorus] x2