Hands cold
My skulls over stone
I'm losting my dream
What does this mean?
Every Samhain
is not what it seems
I wait for the day
you come to me
I've spent my word
You are not a dead
I've come to here
my lover my fear
I promise
all obsess
You'll see
I'm not a mess
but we will become even die I want
I love you today
I love you always