An Angel frozen in an undead Hell Possessing a heart long turned cold A victim of her endless destiny Like a harlequin without a soul
A blistering chill from the depths of remorse The blackest of loving embrace And in the paleness of her only light A legacy shown in disgrace
And she wanders, soulless, through rivers of time While a cold wind blows with her body Transparently floating, in search of her redemption Enslaved by the dark hand of destiny
Hers spirit torn from it's mortal shell Her pale lips of all colour bled This living soul dead before it's time But never were her tears shed.