29 May 2012
Oh woe is me! I'm a miserable wretch Because you see I've been sent to fetch The heart of child With skin like snow From the wilds Where cold winds blow Her lips like blood Well soon they will be Encrusted with mud As tenderly I open her up Remove her ticker And fill a cup I wish it were quicker! I don't want to linger For the queen's desire She wants me to bring It to the great halls fire It will burn, she will sing I can't do it! Those pleading eyes Filled with innocent spirit! Run little girl, fly! I'll take her a heart But that of a lamb She'll take it apart.. I'm sorry ma'am I know that I'm dead For failing you I'll lose my head I know that it's true But how could I pain Someone so sweet? What would I gain From her defeat? Rescue me from my fate Or else I'll meet you there At Hells fiery gate Under the devils glare! I'll be safer so In the depths of hell Than trapped I know By the enchantress's spell!
I.Sparrow
Hunting Snow White • Opuss № I