It was a cold winters night 

the silver moon’s up on the rise 

i could have sworn that i was her 

standing at the edge of my sight 



holy water bless my soul 

i broke the seal from long ago 

chased by her shadows in the still of the night 

i went blind and lost my sight 



no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold 



black night 

running in the black 

black night 

no sign of light 



in a stream of illusions 

i saw all the spirits arise 

heard the echoes of laughter 

and a voice calling me cold as ice 



like the wind that speaks of old 



her story was left to long untold 

haunted by shadows in the still of the night 

no one there no one in sight 

no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold