You 
Blind [bad word] 
Tie me discretely 
Haunting my dreams 
Shadows around you 
Clouding the way through 

It’s a fatal delight, when insanity seems to win 
I have prayed in contrite, this confession absolves no sin 
I shall meet you again, hold you down as we lie in bliss 
On this alter of stone, feel the touch of Winter’s Kiss 

The Winter’s Kiss 
The Winter’s Kiss 
My Winter’s Kiss 

I’m waiting for you. Waiting for you. 
I’m waiting for you. This obsession drags me in 

On a cold December night 
On a moor covered in white 
I’m waiting for you. Waiting for you 
Kiss away remorseful sin. Let the absolution in 

It’s a fatal delight, when insanity seems to win 
I have prayed in contrite, this confession absolves no sin 
I shall meet you again, hold you down as we lie in bliss 
As we’re freezing to death, feel the touch of Winter’s Kiss