painting flowers for you
i was a silly young thing
all flowers, meadows and sun
till he came with a gold ring
there was no room left to run
all the flowers would not bloom
all the birds would not give song
after all this was mankind's doom
i prayed to not stay for long
he came to me with a vow
above all i was most dear
at my feet all men will bow
my name spoken with true fear
i am now a queen of death
all darkness, ice and torment
for i have chosen this bed
i am dead at the moment
but just wait for time to come
i will awaken once more
mortals will rejoice; yet some
wait patiently at death's door
when the world shall fall asleep
with a blanket of white snow
i climb down cliffs so steep
for my heart remained below
