The air is cold and thin 
In the dead of winter night 
woman standing still 
In a dress of purest white 
Her beauty was unmatched 
But her heart was black as coal 
gorgeous outer shell 
To a body with no soul 

I woke up to her touch each and every day 
Her skin changed precious white to a dismal dying grey 
Unlatched the golden clasp that held her rotting cloak 
And from the heartless void poured a putrid poison smoke 

I fell through the trees 
My body lurched as I hit the forest floor 
I fell to my knees 
All hope was gone, faith abandoned 

I woke up to her touch each and every day 
Her eyes changed deepest blue to a grim and empty grey 
The spirit left my body 
And walked into the sun 

Sorceress, Spell-weaver 
Masterful deceiver 
Shameless lie believer 
Punishment receiver