• Wandering through a greatful night
    my eyes wander on a hopeless sight
    so cold and all alone
    she sits crying on an old worn stone
    such a beautiful girl
    with nice fair skin and hair that swirls
    beautiful eyes full of hatred and pain
    burning tears mixing with the icy rain
    for whom she cries for, no longer here
    a lost one, a friend , family no longer near

    young girl sitting on an old worn stone
    why have you become so all alone?
    for whom do you cry for
    your tears falling on the cold floor
    where is thy mother, thy father
    why do you sit without your brother?

    beautiful young girl , sitting all alone
    blood dripping from a heart of stone
    your time is up, its time to go
    take my hand, i have something to show
    i will take you to a new life
    no need to worry about the reaper's scythe
    follow me young one, you are free
    when you leave, you will be as happy as you can be