Something magical happen here,
Let someone can take me away...
The fog is vile and thick
And the air is tasteless...
The light was orange
My aura was red...
I dream of a place not too far from here
Of tall green grass, with crooked oak trees...
They say if you kneel by your bed
Clasp your hands together and pray...
Beautiful man
Gliding toward me...
A mirror that sends, a touch with grace
Same movement not the same face...
Your rose was the end of me
Your rose was the start of darkness...
Smooth complexion, and hair of red
Filled my heart, and soul with dread...
Your skin so very pale,
You never ever eat...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
Silky smooth skin, pale as snow
Warm velvety blood, the river just flows...