“Frozen, I felt her breath... Besieged by winter, a direful blood bath Standing still a bitter cold, Laid bewildered, for I saw, Bizarre corpses unfolding Whose souls held ever lost! Unsavoured I sensed the angriest frost Absorbed by a snowy paled skin.... Midwinter nightmare led her to a faster dim!
Tepid cloudy-water reflects her conscience, like a mirror As beauty she slept, unaware of an inferno crescendo fever And once upon dreaming, she silently cried Whispering unwell, as from her a part died:
Embraced by the arms of betrayal Swaying her black heart for an unbearable decadence Witch-crafted here, may lady Laila deserve to belong? To a burden inside this riveting iced scenario along!
For ye to carve my enchained wrists once more With those blizzard shaped nails of yours, Was I born fated to wither with thee? Once again she bowed; release these living sores lying in me!!!
Oh… But no! All those beliefs I defied in vain, Each inquisitive dark midnight, only signified worthless pain Mine they were to seek, the perishing angel until his rot.... Thus… thy absence dried my veins,
The eve to a colder epoch....
And dimly, I remember the came of daylight The veil of illusion, no longer mesmerized her sight Stagnant she awoke gazing onto incomprehension
For ye to carve my enchained wrists once more With those blizzard shaped nails of yours, Was I born fated to wither with thee? Once again she bowed; release these living sores lying in me!!!
Oh But no! All those beliefs I defied in vain, Each inquisitive dark midnight, only signified worthless pain Mine they were to seek, the perishing angel until his rot Thus… thy absence dried my veins,
Oh nostalgia, void of a howling past Without care I landed onto an unknown, so vast
Thus thy absence dried my veins, The eve to a colder epoch