An Angel frozen in an undead [bad word] Possessing a heart long turned cold
victim of her endless destiny
Like a harlequin without a soul

blistering chill from the depths of remorse
The blackest of loving embrace
And in the paleness of her only light
legacy shown in disgrace

And she wanders, soulless, through rivers of time
While a cold wind blows with her body
Transparently floating, in search of her redemption
Enslaved by the dark hand of destiny

Hers spirit torn from it's mortal shell
Her pale lips of all colour bled
This living soul dead before it's time
But never were her tears shed.