The air is cold and thin In the dead of winter night A woman standing still In a dress of purest white Her beauty was unmatched But her heart was black as coal A gorgeous outer shell To a body with no soul I woke up to her touch each and every day Her skin changed precious white to a dismal dying grey Unlatched the golden clasp that held her rotting cloak And from the heartless void poured a putrid poison smoke I fell through the trees My body lurched as I hit the forest floor I fell to my knees All hope was gone, faith abandoned I woke up to her touch each and every day Her eyes changed deepest blue to a grim and empty grey The spirit left my body And walked into the sun Sorceress, Spell-weaver Masterful deceiver Shameless lie believer Punishment receiver