Two teardrops were floating down the river. One...

Your whispers so soft
like the brush of an angels wings...

They cross against the sunlight
the clouds streaming by like rainbows across the...

The temptree dresses to impress
she will lead you astray...

You have been drabbling in black magic your ending...
you will be burnt at the stake...

She drags the blade across her wrist
and quickly the dark crimson substance starts to...

Where have all the unicorns passed
beneath the waves they sleep under glass...

In the air there`s a chill
deep down in my soul a bitterness...

I`am a blood butterfly
with crimson wings I fly...

You kept me off drugs
You kept me from the bottle...