the princess

Blutengel

"Frozen landscapes flowers made of ice
I see her traces in the snow
I am waiting for this winter night
Will she come to rescure me?
Is it time to go?

She is a princess and her heart is made of ice
But there is no coldness in her soul
She tries to heat my eternal pain

She is a princess in a world so full of tears
But there is no bitterness in her words
She takes my hand to show me love

I hear her voice it's pure and full of hope
I see a bright moon in the sky
I am searching for her eyes and wih
That she will melt the snow in my heart

I wish to sleep again to dream her fairytale once more
To feel her endless grace she'll find the doubt inside me
Oh let me dream.";kyn