Little Girl Dressed in black

Ice cold death on your flesh,
The scent so nice and fresh,
How beautiful, what a sight,
It happend suddenly at night,
Your hair was curly black,
Thoughs black clothes on you back,
And your glimer seems to fade,
Your upper body has a shade,
Of shining silver and running gold,
But your dark blue eyes don't get old,
So beutifully that frown lay upon your face,
Along with all your velvet lace,
That chain lay on you pure white chest,
And there is blood on your black dress,
The stains of blood on your shoes,
But thats what happens when elequices lose,
your lovely hand right next to mine,
your choking body at my side,
I kiss your lips and say good bye,
And that's the day when tough girls cry,
Like opposites, life and death attract,
My little girl dressed in black.