8 December 2012
Her skin looked like snow Powdered and thin How she died, she didn't know She just remembered his grin
Her dress torn to shreds She remembered what he said As snow fell upon their heads And from her wounds she bled
She begged for release To get his hand from her shoulder Her heartbeat started to decrease As his own heart became colder
That was all she remembered But she remembered his face Before to the darkness she surrendered In her dress of ripped lace
Dress Of Lace • Opuss № I