The cold on your throat is my handLurking in the
Suffering pain deep insideLeft her arms her cold paradeHer cold
At nightfalls dreaming of themFar away lands heathenAt nightfalls dreaming
Seven witches in their danceChanging names twisting their handsFires are
The shades of eveningWere falling fastMy body shiveringIn the coldA
Bloodred sunset was the nightWe met at the ocean's shoreBloodred
Hey she's rising from her cold graveBitch vampire dancing at
The eternal flow of the tearThe flood of the jackalian
Their eyes were as a flameOf fire and on their
Cold winds as she walks past the nightShe is one
A peaceful walk in October's rain has come againA drop
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