Creeping from the dark
A cold grasp of life...

She was young
And very fair...

My dark angel
How sweet you sound...

My fear
I fear the light...

Dearest to me
How sweet you sound...

You gave me warmth
You were all that was left...

Streched across the floor
Slowly lick the milk...

Is it true of what you do
So many lies and now goodbye...

We use to play
Play all day...