White Death

In white we remain hidden
and in white we pretend
That our sins shall stay below
Thicker increasingly the snow
And where one could see red
Now lays all white instead.

White is his deathbed
White as his lips
White were his lies
And even whiter his sins
But all those girls and all those women that will never be
Cried and begged for their life to keep
Wishes burried in snow and veiled from winds
Mystery after death becomes another mystery to be.

We saw souls stray and hair flocks treasured
Relics from each one of them
As he used to keep.
Red is covered by snow
Red like our hides
Tresures and female souls buried underneath.

Lava to lava is our guilt
Red like the secrets we used to keep
Now all that remains is white
A blanket of cold breaks in
Eyes closed to death.
White falling snow
White like the remains of our souls
All white stays and all white shall be
Life after life passings through his hands.

He kneels he smirks
He stays in his white illusions of pain, all will suffice
For his deathbed is pure white
as the souls he used to keep.

Tales of snow and mysteries indeed
Are all sealed in white, for in the valley of frost
death is king.