Silhouettes

I painted my heart black, just to cover the darker shades

Framed by tears so think from ashes, oil and blood

Winter solstice night, but in my soul the dark won't step aside

Increased with these long stretched hours, from seconds to years

Until years become centuries

Lonely silhouettes moving on the wall like wounded birds

With their crooked black claws, dancing around my throat

Wounded in the hands of winter, I froze to death for her

Outcast form her embrace, I bled to death for her

But I shall return, I will haunt her in her dreams

I rise like a morning star, strike down the holy ones

Who betrayed their hearts for the crown

That melted over their eyes

I shine like the north star, and blind their weak eyes

Fill them with my sorrow

And curse them in my arms

You threw me down the throat of hell

Tied my hands and burned me with your tongue

Drowned me in the nothingness

Into the abyss of your poison well

Lonely silhouettes moving on the wall like wounded birds

With their crooked black claws, dancing around my throat

Wounded in the hands of winter, I froze to death for her

But I shall return and sing you back to sleep...